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Goddesses Pt. 01

By: GeneraZ



part 1: Little Sister

It's safe to say that I could have handled some of these situations better. My hindsight is twenty-twenty. But can you blame me? What wisdom did I have to draw upon, when the hand I'd been dealt, the life I've lived, is so unlike anyone else's? I'd had no frame of reference whatsoever through all my childhood and up into my early adulthood.

It isn't just because I'm an orphan. Honestly, I think I've handled being an orphan very well. It came naturally to me, which as I later found out is to be expected for our kind. And it isn't just because I'm 'our kind', either. Normally we follow a pretty straight path, as dictated by a set of strict and insistent instincts. No, it seems I'm something even stranger than that... and my fumbling attempts to make sense of the fact have profoundly changed the world we live in.

I think I was doing pretty well, all things considered. I'd made a decent life out of a dire one. I didn't have to work much at all, and the little work I did do was from the comfort of my own home, where I preferred to stay.

Eventually I did meet others like me. This is the story of my experience doing so, and all of the strange and wonderful things that that caused.

My name is Eva Dennis. Though few knew me by name, there was a certain subset of people, male and female alike, who knew me by sight. It wasn't too common - maybe one out of a crowd of people would recognize me - but it was enough that I would cover myself up when I left my apartment. And I preferred to stay inside.

Those who knew would usually need a moment to register where they'd seen me before. It was easy to tell once they'd attached an identity to my face... the recognition would dawn on them, and the silent shock would set in.

Few would admit they recognized me. I was their secret. No one needed to know that when they were alone, they would watch my webcam shows. Hell, some of them must have even been paying to see me, because I was making a pretty good living.

There weren't any other webcam girls offering what I did. There were a couple niche sites where they would imitate us with props, but it was always a laughable, campy charade. A cheap substitute for the real thing. There were also lithe figured young men who, bless their souls, took hormones to become like us, but again, it couldn't compare.

I should have known I'd eventually be found. Actually, I think I was hoping for it. Through the seedy pop-up ad ridden underbelly of the internet I was reaching out, secretly hoping that others like myself would find me.

I knew they were out there. My mothers had told me so. It was written in a letter from them, sent to me when I turned twelve.

So, do you want to hear my story? It's a long, far flung tale that will stretch the boundaries of your belief. It's a story filled with pain, with rejection, and with loneliness... but in the end, the glory we achieved made it all worth it.

Go ahead, then. Read on.



Chapter 1

"Melissa... Melissa, look at this."

"Hmm?"

Angela returned the video to its beginning and set her laptop in front of her. She pushed it along the surface of their hotel room bed with the tip of her foot, putting it within view of her twin sister.

"Ew, what is that, porn?"

"No. Well, sort of actually. It's from a webcam show."

"...Oh. Hey, that's a pretty girl. Are there going to be any guys?"

"No, no guys. Just watch though."

The quality could have been improved upon, but streaming into their web browser over the hotel's wifi was the image of a young woman. She appeared to be slender and in great shape, with creamy pale skin and cute, wavy chin length hair. It was black, though purple streaks were interspersed throughout, matching her curiously violet coloured eyes. On first glance though, Melissa's most significant observation were her breasts. The oversized globes were pressed against her chest by a black tank top, permitting a view of some eye catching cleavage, deep yet firm and high.

"Forget pretty... she's hot."

Angela nodded, then clicked ahead into the video. "She spends the first ten minutes just typing and answering people's questions." She clicked further ahead. "Okay, here, she's doing something."

The girl was standing further from her camera, letting more of her body enter the frame. She'd already taken off her top, revealing a sensual black bra, as well as her trim midriff. Below that a tiny black ruffled miniskirt hung off of her broad, curvaceous hips. Her short nails were painted black, and with her pale skin and dark clothes her look slightly suggested 'gothic', though still remaining sexy and cute. She turned around, revealing the bottom creases of her lush behind.

"Hey, you know if we want to watch girls take their clothes off we can just call Shelley and Donna over for another double date. I've seen enough."

"Yeah yeah, wait though. Just keep watching."

Alright boys and girls... are you sure?

There was a chorus of 'beeps' indicating incoming messages to her computer.

Oh, I thought you'd changed your minds. Alright, then. Off go the panties...

With her back to the camera she reached into her skirt and grasped the sides of those panties, then began to slowly, deliciously, tease them down inch by inch with coquettish shakes of her hips. They were just a tiny black lace affair, however... as the fabric descended so did something else.

Melissa's jaw dropped. Angela grinned. "Yeah, that's right. Keep watching..."

The lace undergarment fell to the floor, and in the space between her legs something was hanging low. There we go.

She sat in front of the webcam again, again restricting the view to her face and upper body.

"Aww, come on! Show us more!"

Are there any more requests? BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Oh, you wanted to see more. Well... okay, I guess we can do that.

She again stepped away from her keyboard, this time facing the camera. She didn't hide her flaccid member, and her little skirt couldn't do anything to hide it either. It hung heavily down to her midthigh, and a neat, hairless sac was behind it, sized to match.

"Wow. So she's one of us."

"Yeah. And showing off on the internet! What would possess her to do that?"

BEEP, BEEP. Yes, it's real. Yeah, they're real also. I'm all natural. You won't find another girl like me. She scooped her heavy cock and let it fall limply down again, then stepped closer to the camera, her breasts bouncing with her movement.

She sat in front of her computer, and one of her arms could be seen moving, slow and steady, probably teasing herself under her desk. I'm going to switch to VIP mode now, and show you some of the things I can do... if anyone wants to join, register at myhotcams-dot-com. Bye bye!

That was the end of the video.

"It's just as well. I've seen enough."

"Are you sure? I found another full video of her."

"I'm not really interested in seeing that, Angela."

Melissa's sister paused, her finger poised over the touchpad on her laptop.

"Oh, alright, fine!"



Chapter 2

"ASTRO-X SUCCESSFULLY DEMOS PROTOTYPE ROCKET

Dubbed 'Project Wayfarer', the experimental device is an alternative to chemical combustion rockets"

I'd just gotten out of the shower and my hair was still dripping. I had a white towel wrapped around myself. Another webcam show was scheduled for eight pm and I was basically just killing time until then.

I clicked the link, opening it up in another window which I moved to my second computer screen, leaving the newsfeed on my first one to scroll through. Continuing downward, there were some cute pictures of cats, a couple reviews of new video games, and many mildly humourous memes, most of which I'd already clicked and were resurfacing due to their popularity.

It was mostly pretty idiotic stuff, and I felt like my mind was growing numb. I looked to the science article for the prototype rocket.

I do have a mild interest in the sciences. I suppose if I'd wanted to, I could have risen to prominence in any of the fields, considering the sort of intellect I would have brought to human academia. But all the schooling seemed tedious. Institutional hoops I'd have to leap through until I could help in any way.

Because that's my thing... I just want to help. But how?

It was an interesting article. The team at Astro-X had found an alternative to combusting fuel as a method to propel ships into space. Their prototype rocket - though 'spaceship' is a more fitting term - used exotic quantum forces to create an ecologically safe and fully renewable source of power. Their prototype had reached orbit and returned to Earth without a hitch.

This was a big deal. The most advanced space vehicle, the Space Shuttle, had a shaky track record and was over thirty years old. Finally we had progress.

The only problem was the prototype was a tiny vehicle, seating only a pilot and a technician. It would cost them a fortune to make a proper ship, and due to the state of the economy no one was offering sufficient funding to do so.

How sad. It made sense that a privately owned company would be the one to make real progress in space travel; government run agencies like NASA were criminally underfunded, their respective nations preferring to spend money on weapons with which they could threaten their neighbours.

Humans are silly that way. They need someone to help them, to guide them, before they kill each other or use this planet up.

At that time in my life though, humans were helping me. They were fascinated by my physique, so I'd put on shows with my webcam and the cheques would roll in.

It was just about eight o clock, so I closed the article and opened up another tab, in which I logged in to my webcam account. Then on my second computer screen I queued up some eye candy so I could get the show going.

It's called 'futanari' - a form of fiction featuring beautiful hermaphrodite or shemale women. Frankly it was the only thing I could find that could get me off, and I was going to have to do so for the camera. Considering I'm essentially a real life futanari, does that make me gay?

Logging in, there were already a dozen or so paying members waiting for me. I recognized many of their names, while there were also a few new ones.

"Hey guys," I said. "Hope you don't mind, but I just got out of the shower." I leaned back, letting the camera see the towel cinched around my big breasts. There was a chorus of beeps as members expressed their unanimous approval.

I smoothed my dark chin length hair, squeezing out a couple drops of cold water. "So, let me tell you what I have in store for you today." A couple members were still logging in as I reached for a package I'd found at the sex shoppe. "You can forget about 'Magnum', these babies are the real deal," I said as I held the box in front of the camera. "I guess they are more of a novelty item than anything else, since I don't think there are many people out there who can actually use these." I held the box closer to the camera so the text would be visible. "For men sized twelve inches and up."

JohnnyBoy5: are u gonna wear that

"Yes JohnnyBoy-Five, I'm going to give it a shot. It might be a bit of a stretch but we'll see if it works." I opened the box and pulled one out. The plastic envelope for the condom was about twice the size of a conventionally sized one. After holding the sealed condom up to the camera I tore the package open, and out fell the rolled up latex condom. It was pink and slippery with lubricant.

As I unrolled the condom, transparent latex drooped lower and lower until, as advertised, I held a foot long lubricated balloon. Smiling impishly, I grabbed the reservoir at the tip and stretched... I stretched and stretched some more, until my arms were fully spread. "That's a big one! I think it should be able to catch everything, so we won't have to clean up the mess this time."

Another user logged in, named 'TwoBlondes'. "Hi TwoBlondes, welcome to my channel."

TwoBlondes: thanx

"So..." I pulled my chair back, putting my upper body in view. "Do you like how I look in just my towel?"

There was a chorus of beeps as I smoothed my hands down the sides of my breasts. I turned the camera towards my bed, then zoomed the image in slightly. I hit 'play' on my futanari video, took a fresh condom out of the box and knelt on top of the bed.

"I guess I can't give you much of a striptease when it's just a towel, so we can just do away with it..." I tossed off the towel, revealing my nude body. 

I started to put on my usual show... sliding my hands seductively over my curves, cupping my oversized breasts and hoisting them up to lick my nipples, then dropping them bouncingly back onto my chest. All the while I was passing glances to the futanari video on my second computer screen, watching the fantasy scenario unfold:

Two beautiful computer generated women were kissing passionately. Maybe due to the laziness of their animator they were identical, save for their different hair and lingerie colours. Each of them was sporting an immense erection, their contrastingly dainty hands gently touching and stroking...

Amidst the chorus of beeps from viewers messaging their praise, my arousal was beginning to show. Though only semi hardened I'd just about reached a foot's length, and there was still more to come. "Mmm... Do you want to see me stroke my big, beautiful girlcock?"

BEEP BEEP BEEP...

"Uh-huh, I thought so." I took the heavy tube of flesh in my hand and began to slowly work it. I could feel my pulse and the warmth of my body as I began to become rigid. I glanced at the member's chat screen.

FutaFan: oh god baby

TwoBlondes: hey, shouldn't you have a girlfriend to do that for you?

Looking back to the futanari video, the hung girl with pink hair was mouth fucking the equally hung brunette. It looked hot. "Mmmh..." As I reached my full hardness I tilted my lengthy shaft up, lying the hot pink head between my breasts. "I'm all hard for you now."

Placing my hands on my hips, I turned to the side and let my cock stand out, showing my audience a profile view of my figure. At 5'11", I'm a tall girl, and as I kneeled on one leg the end of my hard cock extended out until it was level with my knee.

PigTailsX: holy christ how long is that dick

"The last time I checked, it was sixteen inches." I chuckled softly. "Everyone's jealous of my huge cock... but no, TwoBlondes, it's just for me to play with."

I turned back to the futanari video and started to slowly run my hand up and down my length.

TwoBlondes: well that's a waste. say, how old are you? 18? 180?

I ignored TwoBlondes, though they had my attention. Their comments stuck out like a sore thumb.

The precum was starting to run from the end of my cock. I tilted it up again, and by simply looking down I was easily able to pass the hot tip into my mouth. I moaned lowly, stroking faster, beginning to genuinely pleasure myself as I envisioned that fat head belonging to another beautiful woman. I imagined the delicious fluids of my arousal to be hers, and the thought had me throbbing ever harder.

"Mmmhh... oooh...!" I purred as I tilted my cock away, just in time to avoid a voluminous burst of precum which landed audibly on my bed sheets. Things were really getting going. I giggled, "ohh babes, do you like that?"

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

I laid myself down, my huge cock towering upwards as I furiously stroked its now slippery surface, my gaze again turned to the video on my other computer screen.

"Oh, wait just a moment," I said, stopping once I felt the pressure of what would eventually be my orgasm. I'd gotten a little carried away. "Let's not forget the theme of the night." With my eyes on the thick swaying length of my cock I felt along my bed for the fresh condom. I took it and tore open its package. I placed the pink disc on the head of my cock and unrolled the latex, my delicate looking hands bringing it down, down, down... 

"Oh, that's very tight." I stretched it down, covering up the full extent of my length, but the slippery tense material creeped back up. It just wasn't long enough for me, leaving a quarter of my length uncovered, but it was at least able to handle my girth. "Does it look good on me?"

TwoBlondes: it would look better in a human woman's mouth...

"Well, let's see how it looks in mine." Those two blondes had my attention. They seemed to be there to taunt me instead of to enjoy my show. Still lying on my back, I laid my tightly wrapped member against my chest and took it into my mouth. I didn't quite like the taste of the latex, but its numbing effect made it easier for me to imagine it was the cock of another woman which I was so lovingly tonguing and stroking.

FutaFan: omg yess

Feeling I was about to finish, I quickly got up to kneel in front of the camera, giving them a plain view as with fast, short movements of my wrist I rocked myself just below the head of my cock. "Ahh, ahhh, oooh baby... ahhhh!!"

My cock spasmed angrily, and it began to pump out thick bursts of my ivory seed at a furious rate. The reservoir of that condom was filled by the first shot, and each one that followed had it inflating larger and larger as it stretched to hold my voluminous load. The computer was silent, my viewers too rapt to type any sort of commentary...

Except for TwoBlondes, who were still unimpressed: such a waste. go find a girl to convert with your seed instead of just dumping it in that condom!

Seeing their comment, I stopped and just stared, rereading it over and over in disbelief. It sounded like they knew exactly what I was. But how could that be...?

I knew there were more of us out there. For one thing I had sisters, as my mothers had explained in their letter to me. But in all my years of confused solitude, I'd never thought I'd ever speak to someone who knew about us!

Returning to reality, I gave myself a few more swipes, squeezing out the last of my load. I let go of my cock and it fell against the bed, weighed down by the heavily overfilled condom. "That's a lot, isn't it?"

Having actually contained my mess for once, I didn't want to spill the contents of that novelty latex contraceptive, so I carefully shifted the stretchy material down my cock until it was off. There must have been a litre in it, and the weight had it lying against my bed despite my tugs as I tied it shut. I picked it up and held it in front of the camera – a long, pink, cum-filled balloon.

"There we go, guys. Private message me your address and I'll mail this to you! Haha, just kidding." I paused thoughtfully, "but... TwoBlondes, please PM me. Maybe we should talk. Thanks for watching everyone!"

I blew a kiss to the camera and logged off.



Chapter 3

I needed to speak with that user. Scrolling through the comment log from my show, it seemed they knew exactly what was going on – what I am. And they were broadcasting the fact!

They'd asked for my age, arbitrarily giving guesses between eighteen and one hundred and eighty. How could they have known that we are so long lived? At the time I was only twenty one, but the centuries to come would not make me appear any older. 

They told me to convert a young human female. It was something I was supposed to want to do... something I should have innately needed to do, in fact. But that was hardly the case. I felt a familiar guilt, one that has been with me since I first read that letter from my mothers. It was one thing to be on my own, as we all are at first, but my lacking the instinctual guidance to find human companionship had made the situation far less bearable. I was a miserable loner.

We established conversation via the website's private messaging system. They claimed to be a pair of twin sisters who were the same type of being that I am – a being my mothers had referred to as 'goddesses'. I was inclined to believe them, because they seemed to know all about what it was to be one.


Goddesses Pt. 01



They were in fact a lot more experienced than me, having been with many human females. They were disappointed and moreover, quite confused, when I told them I didn't feel any need to do the same.

We agreed that it was extremely rare for goddesses to find each other over the internet and decided we would meet up. With nothing tying me down to my life at home, I dropped everything and booked an airplane to visit them in Vancouver.

***

I'm not going to lie... I was really, really excited to meet them. More than I'd ever been before in my life! I could barely believe it – more of my kind! No longer would I be alone with no one to relate to. I already knew that if they liked me, I'd be moving west to be near them.

Of course I was suspicious that they might have been fakes. If that were the case, I would be in for a great disappointment. I might have even been in danger. But I didn't care... I knew that it was the chance of a lifetime, that if they were telling the truth, everything would be different.

The flight seemed to take forever, but finally we arrived at the airport. And amidst the crowds of regular people and the kitschy décor of giant wooden totem poles and lifesized bear statues, there they stood waiting. Not just two, but three gorgeous blonde haired girls.

My stomach churned. I had to make a good first impression. Swallowing my fear, I walked over to them, trying to look casual.

Before I could think of anything to say they were greeting me, smiling brightly and offering hugs. My heart throbbed with excitement. 

"Damn Eva, you're taller than I thought!"

I was looking down at a pair of blonde haired sisters, identical except for one having more orange tinted hair while the others was golden blonde. They were fairly petite, and I stood over them by maybe a half a foot. They were astonishingly, heart achingly beautiful, with every curve where it should be to maximize their sex appeal... but it was the third one, who stood a step behind them, who really caught my eye.

The more orange haired one said, "we're the two girls you spoke to online... I'm Melissa, and this is Angela."

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

The third girl stepped forward. She was a couple inches taller than the twins, striking a medium between their heights and my own. "And I'm Diana," she said. "Welcome to Vancouver."

"Diana... also a sister?"

She chuckled, "yes. I'm their big sister."

I nodded, my heart beginning to race as I took her all in. She was everything that made the twins beautiful, only taller and with a figure as blessed as my own. While the twins had a playful air about them, she seemed more sensual. I was already having dirty thoughts.

Like myself the three of them wore dresses, hiding the shape of any extra bodily details from the eyes of unknowing observers. The twins wore loose sungowns, showcasing the perfect, soft pale skin of their arms and upper chests, giving just a hint of their wonderful cleavage. Diana wore a denim miniskirt and a white baby tee, under which I could see the faint details of her pink bra. I'd dressed to impress in a dark purple one piece that was very flattering on me, along with lacy black leggings, but I wore my black overcoat on top after being in the over air conditioned airplane for so long.

"Wow... That's, that's amazing! I'd never thought in my life that I'd meet more of us, but here are three of you!"

"Well it was bound to happen eventually, with you showing off on the internet like that! Come on, let's get out of here."



Chapter 4

The sun was setting by the time we got to Angela and Melissa's hotel room. It was a classy place that must have cost hundreds a night. Apparently it was the norm for goddesses to find ways to make themselves wealthy while barely working.

"So we've seen plenty of you already, but now that you're here in the flesh we can actually get to know you," Angela said.

"Sure, ask me anything." I had plenty of questions myself, so many that I barely knew where to begin.

"Okay, for starters, why the webcam show? Does it pay well?"

"Yeah, it does pay pretty well. There isn't really anyone else out there offering what I do. I'm the website's top paid girl."

"You don't say, huh. And you don't have any girlfriends?"

"Ah, no... I don't..."

"Why not?"

I shrugged, maybe beginning to blush. Already they were asking the tough questions. "I don't know... I just, ah, never felt like I wanted to do that."

I suppose I should have just told them I'm gay, that all I want is beings like myself. But then, with them being the first such beings I'd have encountered, that would be putting a lot of unwelcome pressure on them. Surrounded by a trio of beautiful blonde haired goddesses, I didn't want to say anything they'd find disturbing. I just wanted to be near them.

"That's strange. The drive to pursue and convert female humans is deeply instinctual," Diana said. "Speaking from my own experience, it simply cannot be subverted."

Her younger sisters nodded. Melissa said, "despite how intellectually advanced we are, our purpose really is just to find females to expand our gene pool."

"The drive is so strong because the conversion process takes a while... something like a year of regular action," Angela said, smiling deliciously at the mention of 'action'. "Once that's through though the human has become a female goddess, and along with all of the superhuman benefits we enjoy she will be able to birth more of our race..."

I nodded, "yeah, I know all about that. So how is that going?"

The twins smiled proudly, "you mean... our girlfriends? It's going great! Very well indeed... we have a whole group of cuties who will do whatever we want."

Diana snorted, "yeah, thanks to me."

"Oh, okay... and have you, uhm, converted any of them yet?"

"Not yet," Melissa said. "Though we're making great progress. It takes a bit longer when we're spreading ourselves around five different girls."

"Mhmm. And what about you, Diana?"

"I have a girlfriend. She's great. It shouldn't be long now..."

I nodded again. I was beginning to feel like I didn't have so much in common with the three sisters after all.

"Oh, look at the time," Angela said as she stood up and glanced at her phone. "We've got to get going now. We've got a double date."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Melissa also got to her feet and gathered her things. "Well, it was nice meeting you Eva. We'll hang out again tomorrow, okay?" She opened her arms, and I came in to hug her and her twin sister.

They left, leaving me in their hotel room with Diana. For a brief moment we just looked at each other, sizing each other up. I desperately wanted to know what she was thinking. As I stared into her deep green eyes all I could think about was how beautiful she was, how much I wanted us to have each other on one of those nearby beds. She was just so perfect.

Catching myself, I banished the thought to the back of my mind before my body could show any embarrassing reactions.

"Okay, Eva. Unlike my rude sisters I'm not going to run off on you just after your arrival. Let's go do something."

***

I couldn't help myself from constantly giving her dreamy stares, then averting my eyes aloofly when I'd catch myself. Diana must have mistook my hidden want for shyness, because she was hanging on to my every softly spoken word and generally being very good to me.

To her I seemed to be in an emotionally sensitive state, and I was, but not just for the reasons she assumed. Sure, maybe it was a little stressful to travel on my own (no, not really) and yes, meeting other goddesses had had a profound effect on me, but not just for the reasons she thought. 

We'd sat down for dinner and drinks in the restaurant near the hotel's lobby, on her. "I'm really fascinated by how you don't share our instincts. I just can't fathom us being what we are without them."

Wordlessly, I just shrugged and reached for my drink.

"...I'd like to take you out on the town tonight. It's something for us to do, a way for me to show you the city. ...But also I want to see how you react in certain situations."

"Certain situations?"

"Yeah." She sipped her rum and coke, one of her eyebrows cocked slyly. "Like a club full of beautiful girls." 

"Ah... right, heh." It didn't sound like my cup of tea but I was ready to go anywhere, as long as it was with her.

***

Despite the long lineup outside of the club the bouncer needed only to glance at us once before letting us in. 

Just standing in the lobby, the music was already louder than I'd have liked. The place was darkly lit with mostly red light, and good looking men and women were coming and going, their clothes wet with sweat.

Diana squeezed my wrist, "coat check?"

"Oh, sure." I took off my coat and offered it to the man in the booth, who handed me a ticket to reclaim it later.

"Damn, girl," Diana said. "That dress is winning."

I smiled, smoothing my hands down my sides, much like I would for my webcam. Spaghetti straps held the open backed dress onto my shoulders. It clung to my every curve, particularly my chest, which Diana was openly eyeing. After my hips it fell loosely to mid-thigh, which was daringly risque for me. Anything 'extra' was tucked safely into my left legging.

"If you weren't one of us I'd... I'd maybe reconsider my monogamy," she added.

I was surprised to hear myself giggling flirtatiously at that. The drinks might have already gotten to my head a little!

Inside the club it was a crowded mass of humans, and the air was hot with the moist heat of so many bodies moving. The lighting was even worse than it was in the lobby, just a dim red, save for a blinding white spotlight which people on the upper deck were free to point as they pleased.

We parked ourselves by the bar and kept the drinks rolling. Despite how much more casually dressed Diana was than the other women there we were receiving a lot of attention, from male and occasionally female alike. We were politely refusing their advances, preferring to just drink and observe.

Diana pointed into the heaving crowd of dancing people and spoke, but I couldn't hear her over the throbbing buzz of the music. 

"WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HER," she repeated, to the detriment of my hearing. She was pointing at a particularly good looking girl, with long red hair and tanned skin. She was beautiful, and her tiny dress highlighted the fact. She was the centre of attention to all the boys and girls around her.

I shrugged. Not my thing.

"Really? You don't want that...? You could have her, easily."

I didn't, though feeling Diana's lush pink lips against my ear did make me want someone else. I shrugged and offered a sheepish little giggle, but she wasn't satisfied yet. She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into the heaving crowd of people. We were nestled up near that red haired girl, moving to the beat, and her crowd of admirers was quick to adjust to the sudden addition of two more bodies. 

I'm not much into dancing but there probably wasn't much she couldn't convince me to do that night. I put my arms around her waist and was close enough to smell her sweet scent. Our lips were so very close...! I was contemplating a kiss, when suddenly she reached out and pulled that red haired girl in with us.

The girl didn't seem bothered by the little menage-a-trois Diana had created, especially when she saw the reaction of our admirers. She had her arms in the air, rocking her hips in time with Diana's own sexy undulations, putting on a show. With a mischievous look in her eye my beautiful blonde companion mouthed something to me, then pressed herself even closer to her. I did the same, sandwiching the girl between us. Her lean body was being squished from both sides by our sizable chests while our hidden surprises dragged up and down her thighs, hiking up her skirt. 

Suffice to say, she was surprised. To this day I don't know if she was frightened or turned on by what she felt. Nor do I care. Humans do nothing for me.

Now, alcohol works differently on goddesses. Due to the differences in our body chemistry it takes a lot for us to be affected. When we are, we don't lose any of our physical coordination, nor much of our mental acuity. It does make us feel good though, as well as temper our inhibitions. We returned to the bar and had a couple more, and indeed, inhibitions were being shed.

It was my turn to bring what must have been our dozenth round. By then we'd changed to just taking shots. I was returning to Diana, a pair of tequilas held high, and she was doing nothing to hide her gaze, which was fixed squarely on the bounce of my breasts as I went. Seeing this, I put some more seductive sway into my walk, looking my sexiest for her.

I nestled up against her and offered her her shot, and we crossed wrists and took them in unison.

"You know, other than the fact that you've got a dick, I think you're pretty sexy."

My heart raced at those words. I smiled coolly, "you're not so bad yourself."

"It's getting late and I'm sick of this music. So tell me Eva... does it count as cheating if you aren't human?"



Chapter 5

It was the longest taxi ride of my life. We didn't say much, just touching hands and trading glances. I could barely believe I was going to spend the night with a gorgeous, perfect goddess. 

As soon as we entered her apartment it began. We embraced and kissed the sweetest kiss, which was quick to elevate into passionate tonguing as she pushed me up against the wall. I was smoothing my hands down the sides of her beautiful large breasts, and she had hers filled by my plush rear, which she gripped roughly.

She started to pull my dress up. I raised my arms and it was off, leaving me in just my black leggings. "Mmmh," she murmured, bending forward to press her face into my breasts. "You're really hot, Eva."

"Ooh god Diana, yes..." She was stroking my sides and taking one of my nipples into her mouth. She tongued it roughly, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine, right to my cock. It was steadily growing, sliding deeper into my stocking and becoming rigid.

Suddenly she stepped away, and with a parting glance turned and headed to her bedroom, tossing her shirt off as she went. I was staring, thrilled by my good fortune, the blood continuing to rush into my cock. I had to free it from my stocking before I followed her in, where I beheld a sight that I will never forget: My first glimpse of another goddess. 

If ever there was a moment that affirmed with one-hundred percent verity that I'm gay for my kind, it was then. I could barely believe it... my futanari fantasies were finally coming true! Before me sat a stunning example of my own kind. She was on her bed, her skirt and thong settled around her ankles. Her breasts were quivering deliciously in her pink bra as she worked the clasp behind her back. Lowering my gaze down her trim stomach and sweet curves, I saw her cock, long and beautiful as it lay semi aroused against her thigh. My own was throbbing so hard it ached.

It would have been more romantic to kiss her or some other form of foreplay, but I'm embarrassed to say that the first thing I did was drop to my knees before her. I parted her legs and ran my tongue along her shaft, eliciting a gentle purr from her as she set aside her bra. "Ooh... you really aim to please, don't you? Why don't you slow down though? We've got all night."

She might as well have been speaking to a brick wall, so entranced was I. Wanting to see what she was packing, I began to stroke her mid length, offering plenty of tongue kisses to the head. Having one of my own I'm basically an expert on how to please a goddess, and to my intense pleasure I had her growing to full length in moments. Feeling her hard in my hand and hot against my tongue was so thrilling. It was perfect and huge, some fourteen inches at full length. I didn't want to stop.

"Oooh, Eva! Mmhh, you are good at that! How about you come up here now... please!""

I nodded, taking one more long moment before getting to my feet with a sheepish giggle. She kicked away her skirt and panties as I carefully straddled her lap, careful not to club her with my own even huger length, which she seemed to be eyeing in silent awe. As I leaned in to kiss her it nestled itself between her breasts, the tip level with her jaw. She grabbed my rear roughly, pulling me closer as our tongues lashed. I could feel her hardness beneath me. It was driving me mad with lust.

"Goddamn Eva, you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen." 

I nodded distantly, rocking my hips to rub myself against her chest. She squeezed her beautiful breasts around my girth and started to lift and lower them in time with my movements, all while staring up at me with those deep blue eyes. At that moment I felt I was in love.

My precum was quick to run onto her soft skin, making it glisten. Without hesitation she slipped the head of my cock between her lips and ran her tongue along its surface. "Ohhhh...! Diana, mmmh!"

She didn't swallow the burst of precum that caused, instead letting it run from her lips back onto my cock, inundating her gorgeous cleavage with the slippery stuff. I was shuddering with ecstasy, feeling sensations and emotions I had never before known. With my every motion her shaft was dragging against my tight pucker. I wanted to be hers, I wanted her inside of me.

I shifted the angle of my hips, drawing more attention to the growing hunger I felt down there. Impressed, she groaned softly. It must have excited her, because she started to move with me, rubbing that beautiful cock against me... exciting me to the extreme.

She blinked up at me, "Eva... I've never... I don't get to put it there!" 

I continued to rub myself against her cock, slowly rising above her, my own leaving the beautiful confines of her bosom. As her tip tickled my anus I saw her hesitate for the first time. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around her girth. Her long cock felt divine. 

"Jesus Eva, are you really going to...?"

I nodded, slowly stroking. Her hand joined mine, and in unison we worked her beautiful rod until the precum ran hot against me, providing the lubrication we would need. I slowly lowered myself.

Oh, it definitely hurt. But there was nothing I wanted more; it was so gratifying to have her inside me. "Ffffuck, that is so tight," she moaned. I was slowly sinking lower and lower, taking in inch after inch. She was almost hilted in me by the time I stopped, straddling her again, my cock nestled between her breasts, still slippery. We joined lips, and then we began.

I could only make the smallest movements at first, but that was fine. I was savouring the feel of her girth stretching me, loving the soft touch of our kiss. We were moving slowly, taking our time as our bodies learned to cope with the new experience.

When our lips parted she leaned back slightly, her face contorted in a look of dirty pleasure. She held me by my shoulders, giving me the freedom to move, so I started to go faster, pushing herself into me more forcefully with deep penetrating stabs. "Ooh god..." With every movement my cock was sliding against her chest, so I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them around my shaft.

Soon we were pumping into each other with the unrelenting might only a pair of goddesses can muster. We were a chorus of moans and disbelieving gasps. Pushing the end of my cock into her mouth, her breasts were a warm tunnel with her hot tongue at the end. She seemed to take it as a challenge and drove herself harder into me.

Her hips smacked against my precum soaked rear. She was rammed up against what must be my prostate, making my cock seethe with a pent up pressure. I gasped weakly, trying my best not to move, as any more force against it would have surely had me finishing first. Seeing me in my immobilized state she chuckled softly, then guided me onto my back. 




Goddesses Pt. 01



"Oh god Diana... fuck me, cum inside me!"

She filled her hands with my breasts and her thrusts had her pounding against that sensitive spot again and again. The soft overabundant flesh was spilling out of her grasp, quivering with each impact of her hips against my rear. I could practically feel the pressure in my cock building, like a hose about to burst. 

"You're about to cum, I can tell," she said huskily. "Do it, and we'll finish together."

"Ah... ungh, okay..."

With a twist of my hips I let her hammer home against that spot, and though it only took seconds for her to finish me it seemed an eternity of building ecstasy, finally ending with the climax to trump any I'd ever had before. I had never felt a pleasure so powerful as I laid beneath her, hot thick waves of my own seed ignored as they washed over my chest and neck again and again, my the end of my cock pounding against my sternum with each burst

With a final stab Diana whimpered and collapsed on top of me. Her cock was spasming hard deep within, and I could feel the hot presence of her cum as it filled me. "Ooooh... Yes, yes yes!" She started to make her final thrusts, and the hot fluid was displaced and blasted all over the bed sheets with each pass.

Her huge cock was slippery within me as I began to stroke my shaft, wishing to prolong my climax. She tucked the end of it into her mouth, wilfully drinking down the waning flow of my seed.



Chapter 6

When the rush of climax had finally subsided she looked down at me thoughtfully. I was sweating beneath her, my chest still heaving from the experience. Carefully she backed up, and as she drew herself out I gave a mournful sigh.

"Wow, you really like me, don't you?"

I nodded. I was looking at her hungrily, already raring for a second round.

"This was... an interesting experience for me. I can't say I've ever made it with another goddess before. Have you?"

"No, never."

She nodded. "You seemed to enjoy it, though."

"Oh Diana... I really, really did."

"Mhmm... but we can't make this a thing, Eva. I have my human girlfriend."

"That's okay," I replied quietly. "Maybe just while I'm visiting."

"Ah, yeah," she trailed off as she went to her bathroom. She returned with an armful of fresh white towels and tossed one to me, then began to rub herself clean. "So what's your deal Eva? You don't care for humans but you'll go for a roll with me?"

"Yeah. I'm... I think I'm gay, or whatever our version of that is."

"Gay. A gay goddess..." She laid herself down beside me. "That's actually really interesting. It's honestly something I've never even considered to be a thing."

I snuggled up against her, wanting to be close. She didn't return the gesture, but she didn't recoil either. The feel of her semi-hardened member against mine pleased me. I said, "well I think you might be a little gay, considering what we just did..."

"We'll call me bi-curious," she said with an impish grin. "I should have known you were like this. You are easily the most erotic being I've ever seen, yet you're totally unaffected by normal women."

I smiled softly, feeling understood for once.

"So, gay goddess with the humongous dick, tell me more about yourself. I'm fascinated to know what it's been like to be the way you are."

"Okay. Honestly, it's been very difficult. I've never really felt like I know what to do with myself. I'm not the same species as people, so I don't really make friends. And unlike you I don't have instincts to tell me how to proceed. It's... it's been lonely."

She stroked my arm softly. "Oh... that's very sad. And you've never known any others of our kind until today?"

I nodded. "All I have is a letter that my mothers sent me. Without that I would've probably thought I was the only one in the world..."

Diana's eyes widened, her fascination growing. "Oh really? Your mothers also sent you one? Wow. That must be like, a thing they all do."

"Yeah, maybe."

"Here, let me show you mine." I watched her beautiful figure as she got up and started to sift through a drawer full of mementos. It was the last time I would ever look at her in quite that fashion - the dynamic between us was about to see a complete change. She took out a tattered envelope and sat back down beside me.

I sat up and, as we faced each other crosslegged, she handed me her most sacred possession. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach when I saw the familiar writing on the envelope. I opened it and took out Diana's letter, hoping it wasn't so... But it was. Her mothers were Jessica Hunt and Marla Dennis. The letter followed the exact same format as my own, as if they routinely wrote them for each of their daughters once they'd reached the right age. Hers was only a couple years older than my own.

She registered my shock. "...What? What is it?"

"Diana, we... oh my god." I had my hand over my mouth in disbelief, the old paper falling from my fingers.

"Dammit, will you tell me already Eva?"

I had to take a deep breath, and even then my voice was uneven. "Diana... This is the same letter I received. We... We're sisters."



Chapter 7

"She's our sister?!"

It was the morning after our little fling, and the twins had come to visit the apartment. The mood between Diana and I was strained, for we hadn't yet decided how we should feel about the night's incestuous deed. We'd agreed that no one needed to know what we had done. As she and the twins stood and chatted I sat on the bed, wearing her bathrobe after a long shower.

"Yeah, Angela," she said levelly. "Eva is one of us."

"Well, I had no idea. She doesn't look much like us," said Melissa.

"She has the same letter as us." Diana replied. "Now considering how different she looks from us, and how much you two said we look like Jessica, I think it's fair to say that Marla must look a bit like our little sister over here."

They all stopped to look at me, nodding thoughtfully. I didn't much enjoy the examination, and pulled the robe tighter around myself.

"Hah, 'little'. She's so tall though! And the dark hair and violet eyes... so that's what Marla looks like."

Diana and the twins were definitely siblings, sharing the same green eyes and blonde hair. Though now I can see similarities between us, at the time my wavy black hair and violet eyes had had us all deceived. Melissa in particular is almost a spitting image of our birthmother, Jessica, with the orangey tint to her soft locks, so I suppose my beautiful sisters had taken mostly from her.

"So you've met Jessica?" I asked.

"Yes, once," Angela replied. "She travels a lot. Mel and I managed to hunt her down and uhm, 'accidentally' encounter her."

"Wow, that's so cool," I said. "So are you going to find Marla also?"

"We'd like to, but she's much harder to track down. We've caught hints about her from a long, long time ago, so she must be very old..."

"Which makes her much more experienced at staying hidden," Melissa added. "We pretty much gave up on it."

"Well hey, now that we have a rough idea of what she looks like maybe you can resume looking for her," Diana said.

"Yeah, maybe. Any information is useful. Maybe we'll reopen our search for Marla."

***

I didn't stay any longer than planned, despite the revelation of having been introduced to my own sisters. The mood between Diana and I had become far too strained for me to remain.

It was plain to see that what we'd done disturbed her - the regret was written all over her face every time we spoke. I knew it was wrong to want my own sister, but she was the only person I'd ever shared my intimacy with. I desperately wished for a repeat of what we did.

I returned to my home confused and more lonely than I was before I'd left.



Chapter 8

In the weeks that followed I was simply going through the motions of life, though inside I was barely alive at all. I ate, I slept, and I only ever smiled when it was for the webcam. I had no source of joy, no reason to continue... and worst of all, there was no foreseeable end to that lonesome existence, unless some circumstance was to bring about my death. A growing darkness within me was starting to wish for that to happen.

Meeting my sisters had left me feeling lonelier than ever before. I'd finally met others my kind, yet our direct relation had put them well off limits. If only I could have been normal, and pursued human woman like I was "supposed" to...

I kept in touch with them, though I chose not to get too close. Despite all that we had in common there was much that made us differ, and I felt they didn't understand or approve of me. To correspond with Diana was particularly painful. She always kept her emails brief and was never able to pick up the phone, for reasons which I fully understood.

A month and a half had passed by the time I received a very special message from the twins - "the Angels", they called themselves.

Now despite their appearances they are not a pair of airhead blondes. Understand that they, being goddesses, are of course extremely intelligent. 

The Angels' hobby is to find and investigate things of interest to them. Things like the identity of their sisters or mothers. It's their sleuthing which brought them in touch with Diana, and brought me to them. They tend to wander from city to city in their car, staying in hotels, guided by their sense of adventure.

The email went as follows:

Hey Eva,

We have some very interesting news. Based on the information you gave us (seeing the other end of our genetic spectrum) we have finally been able to track our mother Marla down! Don't even ask how. It took forever.

It turns out she lived in Toronto for a couple decades, and that is where she and Jessica conceived us. Our timing is kind of shit because only a couple months ago she moved back to Europe. Yes, 'back to' Europe. She's now living in the mountains of Switzerland. So exotic!

We would totally go hunt her down and see what she's all about, but Europe is kind of far and we aren't done with Vancouver yet. We like being near Diana and we'd like to be with all the girlfriends she introduced us to, so we're staying where we are.

We've attached a map. So if you want to check it out, go ahead, and tell us how it goes!

By the way little sis... We miss you.

I took a deep breath, sighing with resignation as I leaned back in my chair. 

"Fuck. Dammit. ...Here I go again."

I started booking my flight.



Goddesses Pt. 02



part 2: Daughter

Chapter 1

I stepped out of the store on to the cobblestone street. In my new coat and boots some of my lower legs were still exposed to the chill air, but the rest of me was warm and cozy. It was an elegant winter jacket with feminine contours and a faux-fur lined hood, which I wore up to combat the cold wind. The boots were fine Venetian leather.

Marla lived on the outskirts of St. Moritz, an astoundingly gorgeous vacationer's town in Switzerland. The cold came early there, with the temperatures already close to freezing despite the fact that it was merely late August. I was surrounded by charming old world architecture set against the backdrop of swaying evergreen trees and majestic snow capped mountains. It was an old time village gone modern, with plenty of shops and cafes priced for the deep pockets of wealthy travellers. To my dismay this meant my coat didn't come cheap.

Feeling ready to leave the town for my mother's house, I hailed a cab. He pulled up and leaned to the passenger window, smiling welcomingly.

"And where may I take you tonight, young miss?"

His smile faded quickly when I gave him Marla's address.

"My dear, I'm afraid I can't take you there. It's a good way up the mountain, on narrow paths that can't be driven."

"That's fine. Just take me as far as you can, and I'll walk the rest."

He hesitantly reached to unlock the door, then decided against driving off with me. "No, I can't do that. It's cold and so vast, I'm afraid you wouldn't make it."

"Look, it doesn't matter whether or not you think I'll make it. I'm going there... and I'll pay whatever I have to, to do so."

He blinked at me, wondering whether or not he was going to give in. I put my hands on my hips and gave him a cross look.

With a chuckle and a shake of his head he succumbed, unlocking the door to his car. "Alright, alright my dear. Let's go."

***

The day was already ending as we left the town. Looking back, it was like an island of gleaming amber orange light against the wintery blue of the snowy landscape, fading into the distance. I hoped Marla would welcome me; it would be no small feat returning to civilization on my own.

Ahead, the road was bumpy gravel. We were steadily rising in elevation, and as we went the winter's presence grew more pronounced.

Finally the road came to an end. "Okay Miss, we've gone as far as I can go. I'll have to let you off here."

"That's fine, and thank you sir." I paid him a generous tip and got out of the car. 

It was significantly colder that far up the mountain. A broad but rough path met the ending of the road, leading into the pine forest. I could make out fresh hoof prints in the snow -- evidently those who lived on the mountain took to horseback to get around.

I took a look at the GPS in my phone and saw that my location was two thirds of the way to Marla's home. Turning to look back at St. Moritz, it had been reduced to an orange dot on the horizon. I flipped my hood up and began to hike the forested path.

***

Tirelessly I trudged uphill through the snowy forest, never stopping for a break. Though the air was bitingly cold against my exposed skin I was sweating beneath my coat from the labour of ascending that path. The journey took about two and a half hours, and by the time I saw the dim light of windows it was night.

According to my GPS I'd found the place. It was a gorgeous old style home, almost large enough to consider a mansion, built into a clearing in the woods. To the side of the building was a small stable, able to hold just a couple horses.

Although the trek had left me numb I felt a swell of anxiety as I made my last couple steps toward Marla's front door. It was old and made of heavy wood, and had a well worn brass knocker which when I swung it clunked deeply against the resonant surface. Above the door was a security camera, and there was an intercom speaker mounted on the wall.

No one was answering, and I couldn't hear anything. Was anyone home? I could hear the snorts of their horses in the stable, reassuring me that the house wasn't vacant, but there was nothing else to suggest I wasn't wasting my time.

Chapter 2

Two women rode on horseback through the woods, bundled up tightly against the cold. It was a treacherous uphill path strewn with fallen tree trunks and boulders, but their mounts knew the trail well and wouldn't fail, even with the heavy loads their riders had brought. They were headed home.

They seldom spoke for most of the journey, letting the chill mountain wind and the crunch of snow beneath hooves do the talking.

It was late afternoon by the time they arrived. They led their horses to the stable and carried their burdens inside.

The first thing they unwrapped was each other, lovingly removing coats, gloves and hats and ceremoniously placing them in a closet. One was a beautiful young lady with slightly tanned skin, brown eyes and dark reddish hair, which she wore high in a ponytail. The other seemed slightly older, perhaps in her mid twenties, with paler skin and wavy black hair. It was streaked purple, like her eyes. She had a surreal air about her, as if she weren't quite from the same world as the first.

They released their bundles in the kitchen, dumping loaves of bread, produce, prepared meals and bottles of wine all over the counter. They'd hauled a good lot more items than it seemed they should have been able to carry, especially considering the distance from town.

The people of their nation officially spoke three languages. Their conversations were normally in french. "I'll start making dinner," the younger one finally said.

The older woman nodded, giving her companion a fond smile and trailing a hand along her hip as she retired to the bedroom to refresh.

As she busied herself with the night's meal Lina heard the sound of Marla's closet being opened and then shut, the sound of water running. She felt a flutter in her heart at the thought of what was to come, the comforts of home, the private pleasures of their passion.

She had just put the tray of lasagna in the oven when a much more comfortably dressed Marla sauntered barefoot into the kitchen. She was in her black yoga pants and a tiny white t-shirt. The latter hung off of her generous breasts, stopping above her trim flat belly, while the former clung to her curvaceous yet athletic legs and rear flatteringly. Lina licked her lips, already excited for her goddess as she saw the dormant form of her member pressed against her leg, sealed in by the stretchy material. It was hard to miss. In Marla's hooked finger there swayed a wire coat hanger, off of which hung the most insignificant semi-translucent little nightie in their closet.

"Darling... I would love to see you wear this tonight."

Lina smiled, stepping forward to take the light garment off of that hanger. Her eyes were still occasionally floating down to that conspicuous lump. "Yes... Anything for you, Marla."

The goddess chuckled as she watched her lover head to the bedroom. She leaned against the doorway, smiling confidently as the beautiful young woman stripped down. Lina was a dancer, and months with Marla had given her slim nubile form a more hourglass-like contour while her breasts swole just past the point of being a handful. She was seemingly built to make love, a skill at which she happened to excel above the women of Marla's past. But she was no goddess... not yet.

Lina slipped into the little nighty. It was translucent pink with matching ribbons to make the thin shoulder straps. The details of her body were accentuated, not hidden, by the veil-like material. Marla licked her lips as she eyed the tight peaks of her nipples, the straps of her tiny white thong. 

Marla stepped forward, setting her hands on Lina's thinly clothed hips and pulling their bodies close together. The girl's eyes seemed to sparkle with delight, a smile creeping across her face as she felt Marla's soft length bump against her thigh. They kissed gently, tongues touching momentarily as if doing so were just a formality preceding what was to follow.

To Lina's pleasure she started to feel a hint of growth against her leg, but before she could act on it Marla gave her a firm push down, sending her bouncing onto the surface of their bed. The goddess got to her knees and roughly spread Lina's legs. With a catlike grace she crawled forward to nuzzle the warmth of Lina's shaved mound, just barely covered by the centre of her thong. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her lover, her toy, then began to trail kisses along her inner thigh.

"Mmh... Marla, you tease."

The goddess chuckled, continuing a moment longer before she hooked her fingers into the straps of that thong. She pulled it down Lina's slender, beautiful legs, coming in to run her tongue along her perfect slit before the little undergarment even touched the ground. Lina was already wet, excited by the prospect of what was to come.

"Oooh... mmm."

Marla shut her eyes, letting the taste, the smell and feel of Lina be all she sensed. As she suckled gently on her clit the girl squealed with surprise, involuntarily squeezing her legs around her shoulders. Marla didn't relent, making her shudder and writhe with discomfort at the attention to her sensitive little nub.

Knowing fully well what she liked, Marla eventually slid her middle finger into Lina's wanting wetness. As she hooked it up into her g-spot the young woman sighed with relief, finally receiving attention somewhere other than what was now her hardened, sensitive clit. Marla steadily rubbed her fingertip against that special area while adeptly running her tongue up and down her bud.

As the moments passed Lina drifted closer and closer to climax. Her breathing was growing quicker, her moans more impassioned. Marla pressed on, her free hand lying gently over the form of her member as it lay thick against her thigh. She had an urge to stroke, to rub herself into full hardness, but she chose to resist the temptation. Bringing Lina so close to release was arousing enough, and the tip of her cock was slowly, steadily extending further and further toward her knee.

Lina's breathing reached a crescendo and her body began to seize with the tension of release. She was moaning with unrestrained bliss as her warm flush of fluid splashed against Marla's tongue. Marla doubled her efforts... Ruthlessly prodding at her g-spot and lapping at her clit, she was going to make the first orgasm of the night count.

Lina had the peculiar trait of being an endless sink of pleasure; it seemed that with her, no orgasm ever became too much to handle, and she could go on cumming for as long as Marla would let her. It was only due to her own discomfort that Marla eventually stopped, having grown so hard and huge in her restricting yoga pants that she could no longer continue to wear them. Kneeling before that bed she began to slowly slide the waistband down her thighs, revealing the turgid surface of her huge shaft. Moments before she reached her knees the fat pink head was revealed and her cock sprung up, hard as steel at its full fourteen inches.

Languidly Lina sat up, dazed yet hungry for more. Marla was standing, her length jutting out stiffly before her as her pants fell around her ankles. She smiled at Lina, seeing the hunger in her eyes as she stared down the perfect, huge pillar of flesh which was her cock, so starkly contrasted to the beautiful woman it was attached to. She was so potent, so powerful. Lina surged forward, no longer able to contain her want.

Marla stepped back, and Lina found herself closing her hands around nothing but air. That member was nodding from the movement, just out of reach, as if it were taunting her. "Sorry darling... try again?" She chuckled sadistically as she took off her t-shirt, leaving herself nude as she then swaggered over to her desk, on which she took a seat. She didn't bother steadying her shaft as she went, and it swayed and swung heavily before her the entire time, driving the cock-hungry young woman even further into a frenzy.

In a flash Lina was on her knees before Marla, worshipfully grasping her length with both hands. Not a moment was wasted, and Marla tilted her head back, moaning deeply as she felt the hot touch of tongue against her, that double grip firmly travelling up and down. "Oooohhh, god. Yes, darling."

She murmured her reply, absolutely infatuated with Marla's huge cock and so very glad to finally have it within her grasp, to feel its heat against her lips. Her eyes were shut as she, smiling genuinely, trailed her mouth up and down her length.

When her plump lips slid against the warm liquid of precum she seemed to purr, moving her attention to the end of Marla's shaft. She relished the taste of that precious fluid as it slowly dribbled against her tongue, her forearms steadily pumping.

Her skilled efforts were rewarded with a spurt of that hot pre, which she graciously swallowed. The addictive euphoriant seemed to whet her appetite for more. She needed Marla's seed inside her - it was her one vice, and though they would carry on in that manner several times a day she could never seem to get enough.

For a moment Marla just admired the sight of her human, an exceptionally arousing and adept specimen, as she lovingly stroked and sucked her ridiculous stiff member. Then with the slightest shift of her hips she conveyed that it was time for them to move on to the next step. Lina got to her feet. So well versed were they in each others body language that they didn't need to speak, moving as if on autopilot. With surprising strength Marla hoisted her up onto the desk, and standing over her Lina began to crouch over her towering cock.

Her sex was wet and pliable from the climax she'd had moments before, and the entry was smooth and easy. Lina groaned deeply as she slowly descended, feeling Marla's girth spread her open. Taking her from above was her second favourite thing to do. "Oh mon dieu..."

Marla chuckled. "Go on then..." 

Smiling deviously Lina supported herself on Marla's shoulders and with the innate grace and fluidity of a dancer began gyrating on her cock. "Mmm, yes... You are so good at that, Lina." 

Marla let her do the work, taking in the intensely erotic sight of the human woman so expertly riding her improbably sized member. She was so sensual, feminine muscle rippling under her nightie with each twist of of her hips. She loved to watch Lina so adeptly use her supreme cock, as if it were simply a tool for her pleasure.

Lina exhaled sharply, beginning to feel the hint of what could be her next climax. Seeing this Marla held her hips, beginning to move with her, nudging herself up inside her steadily, forcing her to take more of her than she had before. "Ooooh," Lina wimpered, trembling at the invasive stabs.

She was breathing deeply now as Marla pumped in and out of her. Sweat was dripping down her neck, and her rhythm was growing more frantic, her motions becoming jerky as waves of pleasure took over. Marla held steady, letting Lina continue to selfishly lead.

"Ooh god, yes my goddess... mmmmh!" Their rhythm didn't break as Lina began to clench around her flawless shaft. Despite the deep pleasure of her second climax she persisted... but it was a losing battle.

Seeing Lina's efforts finally begin to wane Marla suddenly stood, supporting the twitching dynamo by her bottom as she quickly made the couple steps back to their bed. They collided with the mattress and Marla immediately began to ravage her from above, letting loose a hunger she had calculatedly restrained until that specific moment. This was Lina's first favourite thing.

"Yes, yes, YES oh GOD YES," Lina wailed, paralysed by the orgasm Marla was so mercilessly prolonging. Now it was her turn to be used. 

Against the unrestrained din of Lina's ecstasy Marla was grunting and puffing, her length hard as steel as it pistoned steadily within her, threatening to explode with each pass. She was trying to hold back the inevitable conclusion, hoping that perhaps this time she would finally find the limit to the pleasure Lina could endure. 

Moment after hot moment passed, and the girl's moans and cries were still elevating in intensity as her gorgeous form writhed and bounced beneath Marla. Unable to hold back any longer, Marla let go, and as her hips continued to pump burst after burst of her luscious seed began to fill Lina's crammed confines.

Marla slowed, coming in to kiss the gasping beauty's lips. Lina received her instantly, tonguing passionately as her arms and legs encircled Marla's figure. She loved her goddess, worshipped her, and as Marla emptied herself into her she injected all that adulation into their embrace.

Their bodies were sliding against each other from so much displaced seed as they continued at an even pace. Marla remained rock hard, and it looked like there was going to be a second round when they heard the deep knocking of someone at their front door.

They gave pause for a moment, then shrugged it off, preferring to continue. "Pay no mind, my goddess," Lina whispered. "Just be with me."

Only after many more subsequent knocks did Marla give in. She pulled herself out, mumbling an apology and a comment about how she ought to have a conventional doorbell installed instead of that massive brass knocker. Still aroused and covered in her own cum, she grumpily went to the bathroom to get some towels. "Lina, could you check that?"

Lina smoothly rose from the bed and went to Marla's desk in the next room. Looking into the tiny viewscreen, she saw the feed from a security camera at their front door. 

Chapter 3

After many more knocks I was still waiting, feeling taunted by the silence within the house. Too many tense moments had passed before I could finally hear a faint crackle from the intercom speaker, followed by the buzzy reproduction of a woman's voice.

"Qu'est-ce?"

"My name is Eva. I've come to visit Marla Dennis."

"We don't know any Evas here," the voice said, switching to accented English.

I didn't have much to respond to that with, so I just stared up at the camera, waiting for a development. It didn't seem like the person at the intercom had much more to say. I was starting to ponder turning back when finally a second voice spoke in plain english: "we'll be with you in a moment dear."

My anxiety grew, creating a knot of tension in my chest. I was about to meet one of my mothers! She must have been in the other end of the house, because I was waiting longer still until that door opened.

And so for the first time I beheld her. We were both silent, she scanning me up and down, myself just standing agape. She knew exactly what I was, and though I was mostly covered by my coat I could tell she saw Jessica and herself in me.

I was taller and bustier than her and some of our facial features differed, but we clearly were related. Her hair was longer than mine and reached her midback, but it was the same wavy black stuff. And like myself she'd chosen to add purple highlights to it, accentuating the violet eyes we shared. We had the same pale unblemished European skin, though she looked ever so slightly more grown... a look she had kept for centuries. 

She was dressed in a crushed velvet bath robe, purple of course, and was starting to show signs of chill. "Why don't you come inside then darling, you're going to freeze us."

I stepped into her home and began to remove my coat, giving my mother a similar reveal as the hood left my head. Beneath I wore a close fitting dark violet dress, with a dipping neckline and long sleeves for my slender arms, while the rest crept only halfway down my thighs. She uttered the faintest sound of surprise (or was it amusement?). To a casual onlooker we would have seemed like a pair of sisters, and indeed there was such a person standing nearby.




Goddesses Pt. 02



"Lina, could you please take Eva's coat?"

The onlooker stepped forward and offered her slender arms for me to drape my coat over. She was a beautiful young woman with slightly tanned skin and reddish brown hair which she wore up in a high ponytail. She was also dressed in a bathrobe, though hers was translucent flesh toned with sparkles dispersed through the material. It was scandalously unable to preserve any of her decency: the neckline dipped all the way down to her belly, revealing the insides of her round handfuls, while the bottom edge hovered around her crotch. 

She was obviously Marla's partner. There was a trace of sweat on her temple, and she had a glow about her. I suspected I'd arrived during an intimate moment.

At a leisurely pace my mother started to make her way into another room, and I knew I was meant to follow. We ended up sitting down in her living room, a place which exuded warmth and refined luxury with its antique decor.

"Well, this certainly is an unexpected meeting. I mean yes, I supposed one day one of you would find me, though I assumed it would be the twins."

"Yeah, actually, it was the twins who found you... but I'm the one who made the trip. So you were right about that." I was astounded at how much she knew about us, when almost all we'd known about her was based on speculation.

"Well congratulations to them on finding me... and to you on making the trip. You must be tired. Can we get you anything? Coffee, water? ...Wine?"

"Coffee would be nice, thank you."

Marla simply nodded. I was bemused to see Lina head straight to the kitchen after hanging up my coat, where I heard the clatter of an espresso machine being prepared. She had sharp ears, and was apparently as subservient to Marla as she was quiet around me.

"So, Eva. Tell me about yourself, hmm?"

"I... sure, okay." I didn't know where to start, and would rather have gotten to know more about Marla... but then, on that subject I wasn't sure where to begin either. "I, uhm, I don't... have much to say really... Other than the fact that I'm very curious to learn about others like myself. And so I think I've started by getting to know my family."

"That's it? You're just a regular young woman, with nothing noteworthy to tell me?"

I gave a sheepish shrug of my shoulders. I didn't feel like telling my mother about the things I did for money... at least not so soon. "Yeah, I'm just a regular girl. I like to read books and surf the internet."

Marla sat back on the couch, looking sensuous in her crushed velvet as she nodded her head slowly. I had the impression she always had that air about her, no matter what the situation. "Okay. Though of course, you and I both know there is nothing 'regular' about you."

With a slow nod of my head I accepted that statement. She peered at me analytically. "So I take it you've met your sisters, then? Which ones? Other than the twins."

The puffing of steam was ringing from the kitchen, and I could already smell the rich aroma of coffee. "I've also met... Diana."

"Aha. The eldest of the lot. You travelled west, then."

"Yes. Recently, in fact."

"And how did it go? How are my other daughters doing?"

It could have gone better. "They're doing very well. Angela and Melissa have settled for a while near Diana to be with their girlfriends."

Marla nodded, smiling warmly at that news. "Ah, good. It's good to hear they're actually staying in one place. And Diana?"

"She's doing well also."

"Does she also have a girlfriend?"

I must have blushed a little. "Yes, she does." Not that I had ever met her during our incestuous little mishap.

"Great! And how about you, darling?"

I shook my head.

"Oh. Well maybe in time. You're still very new."

Lina came into the room and set a cup and saucer of black coffee beside me, along with a little jug of cream. There were a couple sugar cubes and a spoon in the saucer. She then went back to the kitchen, only to bring out two glasses of white wine. I hadn't heard Marla mention herself wanting any but as Lina cuddled up beside her on the couch she took one of the glasses and they both began to slowly sip.

"So I'm sure you worked up an appetite, trudging through the forest. Will you be having dinner with us?"

It occurred to me that I was indeed very hungry. I'd avoided the airline food and had nothing but water and tea since I'd arrived that afternoon. I'd been running on adrenaline the entire time, and as if on cue my stomach let forth a bubbling growl. Lina seemed to giggle slightly, though still I didn't actually hear a peep from her.

"Right, dinner it is. We'll have a room for you also, unless you fancy a long ride on horseback into town?"

"No, no I'd very much like to stay here tonight. Thank you."

"It's the least I could do, for a daughter of mine who's travelled so far."

***

Dinner was an awkward affair. It didn't help that Lina, still dressed immodestly in her robe, was silent the entire time. We sat at the end of an old oak table which was long enough to seat a party, gathered around a tray of lasagna.

"So, ah, mother, would you mind me asking just how old you really are?"

She smiled warmly, "hmm. They say it's in bad taste to ask for a woman's age. But then what should I hide from one of my daughters? There is no need for secrets here."

I nodded, waiting expectantly.

"I've lost count," she said as she stared down into her glass of wine. "Somewhere in the seven hundreds."

"Oh." I was absolutely astounded, but all I could say was 'oh'. "So, have you had daughters with other women, during all those centuries?"

"Yes Eva, indeed I have. You probably have a dozen-dozen half sisters out there, in various corners of the world. And they in turn have daughters of their own. I'm probably someone's great-great-great-great grandmother. But it doesn't show, does it?"

"No, of course not. You don't look any older than... I suppose twenty eight."

"That is our competitive edge, darling. Though the humans vastly outnumber us, we simply do not grow old. We each have an eternity to create more of us... and the drive to do so." She stroked Lina's thigh as she said this, and the girl smiled softly, though she kept her gaze down, letting family members speak without interruption. "I believe there is no greater goal than that."

"To reproduce?"

"Yes, as primitive as it sounds. It's ironic how advanced we are, yet our ultimate calling remains something so base."

"I'm sure there are other things to strive to. Does it really have to be our ultimate goal?"

Marla tilted her head, smiling patiently at a daughter she'd only just met. "Oh? I suppose... science, philosophy, art... those are noble endeavours. But I believe we must make haste in creating more of our kind. We need the strength of numbers, if we ever want to live like we once did."

I nodded thoughtfully. I was conflicted: on one hand, it seemed perfectly fine to me that we lived in such small numbers. Why ask for more when, as my mother had proven, we could subsist for centuries as things were? I could have written a long list of other things to strive for. But then the thought of a world where we were more common, where I could find love in a being like myself, was enticing. 

"I would like to live in a world like that."

"As would I, darling. We must do our part to build such a world." 

Though she wasn't saying so outright, I could sense by her tone and meaningful stare that she was urging me to also spread our gift, to be like herself, Diana and the twins. After a moment she smiled and sipped her wine, "it helps also that to do so is so... pleasurable. Don't you agree?"

I could see that Lina certainly did, as she turned to smile adoringly at my mother. I did not seem so forthcoming though, and in my mother's eyes, so much like my own, I could tell she saw something was different about me. I detected concern, and I feared her disapproval.

She started to speak less casually, measuring her words so she could carry her message with tact. "I just wish, hum... for all of my daughters to not only find satisfaction in their personal achievements, but also in contributing to such a future."

"I'm sure there are a couple ways to contribute, not all of us have to-"

"No," she interrupted. "This is the only way. There must be more of us. We're brilliant enough to change the world in any way we see fit, and we will... when we are greater."

I nodded slowly as I looked down at my plate, suddenly unable to hold her gaze. The mood in the room had changed, and I felt a ball of dread in my stomach. My mother had expectations of me, expectations that I was not programmed to meet. 

Chapter 4

The night dragged on, and though I was grateful to be in the presence of my mother the tension after our dinnertime discussion never lifted. In the end I asked to go to bed early, if only to have a moment alone.

Their spare room was small but, like the rest of the house, luxuriously appointed with antique furniture and decor. It was comfortingly dark, lit by only a small lamp and the light of the crescent moon shining through a small window. The oak frame of my queen sized bed supported a mattress of the perfect consistency, and the bedsheets were warm and welcoming. 

I laid myself down, still dressed and not yet prepared for the night, but already I could feel the creeping drowsiness of a long day ending. My eyes were about to shut when I heard the light tap of someone at my door. "Come in," I said as I sat up, snapping back to reality.

I expected to see my mother, but instead Lina opened the door. Like the pleasure slave she surely was she was still dressed in that tiny robe, practically naked. She had a bundle of towels tucked under her arm.

"Oh... hello, Lina."

"Bonsoir." She stepped inside and set the towels down on top of a dresser.

"What are those for?"

"They are for tonight," she said mysteriously. "Is there anything else I can get you, before bed?"

"Oh, no... I think I'll be fine."

She nodded calmly, then sat herself down beside me... against me, in fact. Her hip was nestled up against mine, and in that close proximity I could smell the warmth of her perfume and see the smooth lustre of oil on her skin. I had to admit, my mother had chosen a stunning specimen of a woman. She was perfect, from head to toe, and could surely have had any straight man drooling with desire.

"Ah, Lina, I... uh...?"

She gently traced a forefinger over my lips, silencing me. "Shh Eva. You needn't be so shy. This is your mother's home. Relax... you must enjoy your stay."

Before I could even reply she rose from her seat and fluidly settled herself over my lap, straddling me. The curves of her breasts were inches from my face, and her nipples were hard and aroused.

I took her by the waist, gently pushing away. I was shocked by the nerve of her -- wanting to cheat on my mother with one of her daughters! I whispered hoarsely, not wanting Marla to hear: "whoa, no-no-no, I barely-"

She again shushed me with that slender finger, smiling placidly. "Come on... we want you to have a good time. You should enjoy the pleasures of our home..."

We? I realized then that there was no need to whisper - Marla was well aware of what was going on in her spare bedroom. She might have even requested it, to see what her visiting daughter was made of after the conflicting talks we'd had. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I stopped trying to push Lina away. I wouldn't disappoint my mother.

"Ooh... That's better," Lina purred, smiling slyly. She shifted herself even closer, pressing the soft mass within my dress against her bare lower regions as she traced her finger tips along the deep neckline of my dress, passing over the upper regions of my breasts. "I think you'll find I'm very good at this."

She then took hold of my shoulders and rose off of my lap, and not wanting her chest to come crashing into my face I found myself guided back into a lying position on the bed. She hovered over me, stroking a hand down my side. Oh god...this is really happening. I want to stop this woman, but my mother's expectations...

Her touch was creeping lower and lower, meeting the bare flesh of my thigh. She unhesitantly reached inside my dress, wrapping her fingers around my inactive member. I uttered a feeble squeal.

"Oh hush darling. You shouldn't be so shy, you're a goddess!" She began to gently suckle on my lower lip as she kneaded my cock, helping the blood flow. "Act like one." It was like Marla's words coming from her mouth.

I exhaled an uneasy breath. As my member began to fill out she had something more solid to work with, her hand steadily tugging and stroking the growing flesh. "Mmm... I do so love doing this." She began to slide along my supine form until she was kneeling before my lap, where my semi erect cock was lying beyond the hem of my dress. She wrenched the closely fitted garment up, revealing me to the open air.

Before I could even register my humiliation she seized me in both her hands, rhythmically stroking as she softly kissed the tip. She was, as she'd promised, very good, and it was taking mere moments for me to come to life. With every hardening inch I gained her enthusiasm increased, and as reluctant as I was it felt amazing, especially once she had me at full length.

"My goodness, Eva," she said. "Yours is... absolutely huge!" Her eyes were scanning up and down as with an impassioned sigh she continued to run her grip along what was now an immense distance, her tongue sliding along her lips with animal lust. From her words I gathered that, as it was also with my sister Diana, it wasn't just height that I had more of over my mother. "What a massive, beautiful cock... I think I'm in love, or at least in lust."

I knew she meant it, seeing her eyes turn back behind her eyelids as she took me in her mouth, her shoulders rolling with each stroke. I could only groan my reply, so skilled were her motions. By the hot moan she released and the way her hands were beginning to slip and slide upon my hard shaft, I could tell that my precum was generously flowing. 

While I wasn't yet convinced I should seek out a Lina of my own I was starting to accept what was happening and even enjoy myself. It was hard to argue with such skill! I was deeper into her mouth than I had ever been in mine, and the warm squeeze of her throat around the head felt so sweet. Occasionally she would back away enough to swallow my throbbing doses of pre. If she persisted for much longer she would have surely had a belly full of my seed.

"Oooh... wow... You are... fuck, you're really good at this." I grabbed the lower inches of myself with one hand, and together we pumped my huge goddess dick into her throat. I wanted to cum, to feel the release of orgasm and put an end to her unwanted visit, but after a few moments of it she let go. She got to her feet, leaving me wet, stiff and swaying from side to side, unsatisfied.

She crawled on top of the bed, slinkily moving toward the headboard, which she held on to as she tilted her rear out toward me. Her sex, as tight and perfect as the rest of her, was glinting with moist readiness... she wanted me. With how far she'd taken me, all I wanted was the satisfaction of a finish! "Come on, Eva. Show us what you've got... Show us you're a real goddess."

I growled at her taunt and stood up. I quickly slid out of my dress, preparing for the mess I intended to make. Holding my throbbing length steady, I got on top of the bed and closed the distance between us. I had become malevolent -- if she wanted to intrude upon my privacy and humiliate me, she would get all she came for and more. 

I didn't take it slow... my first thrust into a human female was a rough, unforgiving affair. I wasn't tender with her, despite the massive amount of turgid heat I was wielding.

"AhhHHHHH!" She couldn't take all of it, but it felt like there was enough depth to do the deed. Holding her firmly by the hips, I started to work myself in and out. It was so tight that she was being pulled back with each outward pass. She held on to the headboard to fight it, weakly gasping muddled french expletives.

The months of development she and my mother had had together were showing, for after a few moments of this her body was beginning to acclimate itself to my girth, offering less resistance. No longer holding on against the pull, she had her cheek pressed against the headboard, eyes shut as she smiled blissfully. "Mon dieu... you are such a big girl, ohhh... hmmm!"

Without replying I continued. Lina was going to be a receptacle for my cum... I didn't desire her, I only wanted to finish. Her moans of steadily elevating pleasure were meaningless to me, and when I began to feel her seizing with orgasm around me I was disappointed by how little progress I'd comparatively made. 

It didn't matter which farthest room of that mansion Marla was in, by now she could hear it all. I was gratified to know I was showing her and Lina that I too could do as she and my sisters did, but at the same time I knew it was a lie. Lina had induced my arousal until I was hard as steel, and I could feel the pressure of my seed waiting to be released, but I did not desire that human woman. Despite the deeds we were doing I didn't yet feel like a 'real goddess'. 

Something in my subconscious wasn't letting me release. It was frustrating, being so close yet unable to finish. Swallowing my doubt, I fucked her faster.

Lina's knees were beginning to buckle, her grip on the bedposts becoming desperate as she recoiled against the headboard. Her wails of pleasure were becoming pained; I'd finished her. "Please Eva, I can take no more! P-please..."

At those words I stopped. Looking down, sweat shone upon my breast. Her inner thighs were soaked with our juices while her sex was red from the abuse. She'd had enough. I pulled out slowly, suddenly feeling guilt for what I'd had her endure.

She turned around and dropped to her knees before me, staring up at me. From the look in her eyes she was utterly blasted. Before I could say anything she plunged me into her mouth, down to her throat, while her fists flew up and down my length. She wasn't going to stop until I'd finished... only then would the night's worship be complete.

Again I could feel the finish, so close yet so far! The pent up pressure was agonizing, yet I just wouldn't cum. I shut my eyes, trying to focus on the intense sensations she was inducing in me, to convince my body to drop the barrier... but it was to no avail. My mind wandered. 

She really was a perfect specimen, so beautiful and able bodied, so lusciously developed by the time she'd spent with my mother. She would have made a beautiful goddess, so hot... if she had a big, perfect cock like me or Diana...

"HAA... oh god, oh FUCK!!" Finally, release! She moaned her deepest gratitude as my cock shook in her hands, blasting her cheeks full of cum. It was gulped it down with practiced ease as I fell to my knees, paralyzed by the waves of pleasure. She easily adjusted to my change in posture, leaning forward as she drank. The thick white cream slopped off of her chin onto the bedsheets. 

Gasping with ecstasy, I rolled onto my back, and again she followed, not missing a beat. As she rocked her hands up and down my length I was so thankful that it was finally over, that I'd passed their test. With a sigh I flopped my head back onto the pillow, and she milked my last throb out of me.

When there seemed to be none left she let go, and the end of my cock settled between my breasts as she snuggled up against me. The thick white stuff was all over her chin, neck and breasts. We were quiet, and the only sound was my heavy breaths as the tension finally drained out of me. "Are... are you happy?" I said.




Goddesses Pt. 02



She chuckled softly, running a hand over the curve of my thigh. "I am thoroughly satisfied. You are a very powerful goddess... you mother will be proud when I tell her how well you made love to me." Feeling a hollow satisfaction I nodded my head, though I wouldn't have called what I'd done to her 'making love'.

After a quiet moment she rose. "Now you may have your rest. If you could just get off the bed for a moment, I will change the sheets?" She handed me one of the towels she'd brought, then began to wipe herself down with another.

"Sure, of course Lina." I was just glad that it was over.

Chapter 5

The next morning I sheepishly descended the stairs to the upper floors, dressed in a purple robe which Lina had brought for me that night me with the fresh beddings. The buttery smell of pancakes cooking was in the air, and sunlight shone through the windows, illuminating what had been a rather dark home.

"Goodmorning, darling," Marla said to me with a bright smile. She was seated at the dining room table, a cup of coffee in her hand and an open laptop before her. "Did you sleep well?"

I sat down across from her, my eyes still puffy from my rest. "Yes, extremely. The mattress in your bed is perfect, and I was exhausted." Marla nodded and clicked her mouse, that satisfied smile still on her face.

Lina came from the kitchen, and for the first time I saw her fully dressed. She set a cup and saucer of coffee in front of me, along with the usual little jug of cream and sugar cubes. For a moment we shared a look, and while mine was probably just groggy hers was sly and knowing, a silent comment on what we'd done the previous night. 

I felt a swell of shame, of embarrassment. It made me more alert than the caffeine in my coffee ever could.

Once she had again returned to the kitchen Marla leaned closer, speaking privately. "Thank you for taking her off my hands for a night. Finally, I had a moment to get through some of my paper work!" She gave a rich chuckle and then sat back, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Hmph." I started to stab at the sugar cubes in my cup, breaking them down.

"Did... did you not enjoy yourself...?"

I shrugged distantly, my gaze still lowered. Oh, I must have seemed like such a moody teenager! 

Her tone was hurt, as if I'd rejected a gift."Really...? But... Lina is extremely good."

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Darling, please. I'm... I'm your mother, you can confide in me. What's wrong?"

I'm really not a morning person. I might have conducted myself better if she'd given me a few hours to get my head straight. At that moment I was irritable and my wounds were fresh. "What's wrong? What's wrong is someone coming into my room and pressuring me into sex! What's wrong is the things I was twisted into doing last night. I'm not that kind of girl, mom."

Marla was just staring, wholly unprepared for my outburst. 

With tears welling in my eyes I stood, leaving the table to march back up to my room. "And... and I'll be damned if that means I can't help our race!"

***

Hours later I'd had time to process my thoughts and feelings on the entire situation. I wasn't any happier and I wasn't yet sure what I was going to do but I at least wasn't going to have any more outbursts of emotion.

I was sitting by the bedroom window, dressed in a soft sweater and a close-fit skirt. Now that it was light outside I could enjoy the view my room offered, a blanket of snowy pine and spruce along the downward slope of the mountain. I dejectedly pictured myself climbing higher up, to see more of the alpine landscape around me as I ascended towards gentle, frigid solitude.

There was a gentle knock at my door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, darling."

"...Come in."

Marla entered, smiling warmly. She held a plate stacked with pancakes, dripping with butter and sirop. She set it on top of a nearby dresser. "They were better when they were fresh off the griddle, but anyway. I don't want you going hungry here."

I nodded. "Thanks... mum."

She chuckled softly as she sat herself down at the foot of the bed, close enough that our knees were touching. "No problem, darling. Geez, no one's ever called me that."

"Uhm... I want to apologize for what I said to you earlier. I shouldn't have been so disrespectful to you."

"Oh, well, think nothing of it darling," she said as she gave my knee a friendly squeeze. "We're just getting to know each other. Things can get a little rocky at first as we learn our boundaries. I didn't realize you wouldn't want our, ah... that sort of hospitality. My mistake. In fact I also owe you an apology, for being so presumptuous."

"Thank you."

We had a moment of silence to appreciate the understanding we'd just reached.

She then gently said, "I look at you and I see a bit of Jessica, but mostly myself. You look practically like a carbon copy of me, like a taller twin sister. So, Eva... daughter... tell me. What is it that makes you so different from all of the other goddesses? Do you feel any of our innate imperatives at all?"

"No, I don't. I don't really understand what the 'instinctual' thing is all about, actually. I've never felt it."

"That's very interesting."

I nodded, managing a half-smile. "That's what Diana said, too. I'm sorry if that means I can't help our race. I'm just not made of the same stuff as you and my sisters."

"Well hold on a second. Maybe you still can. I think I'm having a moment of clarity here! It must be the coffee."

"Uh... okay?"

"Yeah. Look, maybe there is a benefit in there being a goddess with your point of view. Maybe myself and the rest of us are so blinded by our base need to reproduce that we are missing out on... more creative, or subtle ways to further our cause. All those times I've said that we need to, first and foremost, increase our numbers, could have just been instinct talking."

"I think that might be true."

"Yes. So tell me, darling. What else can we do, to change the world for our benefit?"

"I... I don't know. I have a million ideas, actually, but I don't have any favourites."

"Well you've got an eternity to choose and put your plot into motion. But you don't have the funds."

"I guess..."

I hadn't noticed her bringing them in, but out came a chequebook and a pen. "I can help you with that, my... my turbulent little duplicate."

"Mum, I... you don't have to-"

"Shush."

On the line beside 'pay to the order of' she wrote a five, then a zero, then another zero... My jaw began to drop as I watched the sum she was offering me increase by multiples of ten, again and again and again. I had never even dreamt of having that kind of money, yet here she was casually writing me a cheque to her fortune. "Marla, is this a joke? That's way too much! How can you have that much money?"

"Oh, don't worry. I'll still have enough to live like we do, and I'll make this much back by the end of the century." She signed the cheque and tore it out of her book, then handed it to me. "Do something great for us. Something I could have never thought of... Something I'd never have enough time outside the bedroom to pull off." 

Chapter 6

That morning in Arizona the scientists and engineers at Astro X awoke to find that the funding they so desperately needed to move forward with their prototype spacecraft had finally appeared -- and then some. All they had to do was hand ownership of the company over to a mysterious 'Dennis Family', who indicated that they would not hinder the expansion of their space program in any way. Under that ownership Astro X would have the funding to build beyond their projected goals, making an entire fleet of full sized spacecraft which featured their revolutionary new quantum drive. To them, it really was a no brainer.

My mom had made it sound like it would be my life's endeavour to spend that money, but I'd forwarded my proposal by lunch. Had I done the right thing, or was I throwing it all away in a hasty move? I figured Astro X were on the forefront of space technology, which was the final frontier of exploration. Wouldn't it be beneficial for ownership of the corporation to be ours? 

I was living with my mother and Lina for an indefinite amount of time. It isn't natural for a goddess to stay under the care of her mother, and I could feel tensions in the house building as I lingered still in that spare bedroom, avoiding Lina. I needed to leave that place and go home again, but until the process of buying Astro X was complete I remained.

Two weeks had passed by the time all agreements were finalized. I still wasn't confident in my decision, but finally I could leave. I left copies of the paperwork on my mother's desk, put on my coat and walked out the door.

***

Dear readers, I hope that up to this point I haven't weighed you down with constant descriptions of my grief and confusion. I can promise you that they will end here.

Where was I going? Nowhere in particular. Not back to St. Moritz, where I could catch a bus back to the airport. I was pushing further up the mountain. 

I'd given up hope.

The wind was cutting and laced with flecks of ice which stung my cheeks. I squinted my eyes, revealing as little of them as I could, for the chill air was freezing my tears. Leaving my mother's home, I felt more alone than ever. Though we had come to an agreement the fact was that still, I had not found another soul who could understand my own. Worsening the situation still, I feared I had squandered the one chance Marla had given me to help.

Hours spent dejectedly trudging through the deepening snow up into increasingly colder and thinner air had chilled me deeply. I felt weak, but I wasn't yet finished. The peak of the mountain loomed ahead, a seemingly unattainable goal. I undid my coat and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the frozen ground. Clutching my arms against my body I continued, the freezing wind whipping through my hair. 

I was a creature without kin, a thing which should not be. I intended to disappear.

Night had come by the time I reached the peak. The darkness and harsh weather prevented me from admiring the vista, but it mattered little, for in my extremely weakened state my vision had dwindled to near blackness. With numbed hands I scratched about, searching for a place to rest. I blindly crawled over sharp rocks and ice, finally finding a sheltering gap in the rocks which the wind couldn't reach. Crawling further inside, I found it was a shallow cave.

As I sat myself down, the cold having already penetrated deep into my bones, I knew that I would no longer feel the sorrow of not belonging. I was becoming sleepy, and my grief was fading, as was the light behind my eyes. Breathing a frozen shuddering sigh of relief I shut them, and the world forgot me.



Goddesses Pt. 03



part 3: The Sleeper

I'm frozen. My perceptions have slowed, and in turn time seems to have accelerated. Beyond my lidded eyes the days fly by in panoramic flashes of light. Of all this I'm only dimly aware, occasionally drifting off into bizarre frigid dreams.

I'm caught in a mental limbo. I haven't died, but in my state I'm neither amongst the living. I'm not cognisant enough to think clearly, to make sense of what is happening. I'm like a frightened monkey, running through the labyrinthine mazes of my shattered subconscious. I catch glimpses of my laboratory prison, watching day and night fly past, before I again fall back into the maze.

But then, finally, there is the thaw...

Chapter 1

I could feel my body. I could feel cold rock pressing against my rear, my back. I was soaked from head to toe with frigid clammy water as I sat cross legged and hunched forward slightly.

I couldn't move. Every bone and joint in my body felt stiff and immobile. My eyes were shut, but I could sense light beyond them. Opening them just a crack, the light was blinding! I recoiled slightly, the act of doing so stinging my neck and spine.

I groaned a gravelly sound. Awareness was beginning to dawn on me, of who and where I was, how I'd gotten there.

I'd climbed that mountain intending to die. Yet there I sat, awakening with what seemed to be the hangover to end all hangovers. I slowly opened my eyes again, very gradually letting the light enter them. Squinting, I took in my surroundings. 

With blurry, unfocused vision I saw that I sat several feet away from the mouth of a cave. Clear water was dripping just beyond the opening. Puddles of slush and melted snow were all around me. It was daytime, but the sky outside was overcast a hazy blue-violet.

The snow covered mountain was melting, and immortal, I still lived.

***

Sore and aching all over, I began my descent. It was only a few degrees above freezing, enough to melt the ice. My wet dress clung to me embarrassingly but my knee-high leather boots were offering needed protection, though the raised heel wasn't suited to the hike. 

Below the landscape was not as I had left it. The mountain was snowless, blanketed with the green of evergreen trees and patches of bare brown soil. In the distance I could see that the river had swollen to twice its size, likely from all the melt.

I was terribly hungry, and my energy reserves were about depleted. My first stop was going to be Marla's house, where I meant to find food and a place to gather my bearings.

Moving downhill was easier than the uphill hike through snow, and in a few hours I reached her house... or rather, what was left of it. By then the sun had dried my clothing, leaving me dirtied but decent.

The brick structure still stood, but any wooden details were rotten and falling apart. The horse stable had all but completely decayed, and the great oak door was cracked and hanging open. It was deserted.

How long had I been asleep? It looked like it might have been decades since anyone had cared for the place. Stepping inside, the house was mostly stripped bare. Some old furniture remained, though it was rotting away like much of the rest. There was a huge gaping hole where the main floor had collapsed into the basement. Seeing that, I didn't trust the stairs enough to climb to the upper rooms. 

In one corner I found a mound of sheets and rags, as well as a stash of canned food. Evidently someone had been squatting in what was left of Marla's home. I barely trusted the grimy can of green beans, but I was starved. I banged it on some exposed brick, puncturing the can, causing the brine within to leak out. I tore it open and promptly devoured its contents... cold, salty mush. Disgusting, but nourishing.

My strength restored, I continued my long trek back to civilization.

***

The town of St. Moritz was a shadow of its former glamour, now just a little village at the shore of a lake. I was standing at the town boundary, trying to digest what change time had brought. I must have slept for a long, long time! Gone were the fancy cobblestone streets and quaint tourist-trap shops -- it was all now submerged. The water level had risen a great deal, swallowing the downtown core and leaving only sparse housing at the higher elevations. It was too warm for snow, but still I was cold.

So this was the future. I wasn't sure how to proceed -- I didn't have a home any more, and the communications infrastructure was likely nothing like the cell phone and wi-fi networks I was used to. 

A truck drove past on its way out of town, its motor merely a low hum. Evidently combustion engines were a thing of the past. It was a powerful looking thing with eight sets of wheels, painted white, and on its flank was the red logo of Astro-X. My Astro-X.

Despite my ill suited boots I ran after that truck, yelling and waving my arms. It came to a slow halt, and a man leaned out the window.

Chapter 2

No matter what year I'd found myself in some things will never change, and a trucker is still just a trucker. He was thick set with several nights of stubble, and a little dirty, but his eyes were kind as he looked down at me from his high perch. "Ah... ciao?"

"Ciao, sir. Do you speak English?"

"Ah, hm... some English, yes."

"Can... can you help me? I'm lost."

He nodded slowly. He looked like he couldn't believe what he was seeing -- a tall, beautiful, buxom young woman, covered in dirt and moisture, her hair and makeup a mess. For a moment his eyes flitted to the low neckline of my dress, but he caught himself and raised his gaze. "You are lost... you have got here, how?"

Who would believe me if I told them I'd just woke up from a decades long sleep at the top of a mountain? "Please, can you just take me to a city? I... I'm lost," I repeated.

Without taking his eyes off of me he pulled a lever, and the passenger side door opened with a metallic clank. I walked around the front of the huge vehicle and climbed a small ladder up into the cabin. 

"Ohhh... oh my god, warmth," I sighed, placing my hands over the heating vents on the dashboard. Heat hadn't touched my skin for who knew how long, and the driver kept the interior of his truck toasty warm... It was an amazing feeling.

"Yes. You have been in cold for long? It is warm now."

"Yes I have. Thank you very much, sir."

We were seated on a fake leather bench seat, well worn from years of service. The interior of the truck's cabin was decorated with pictures of the driver's family, as well as pinup pictures of beautiful women and futuristic cars. None of them were printed on actual paper, and there wasn't a single piece of paper anywhere else. It looked like it might have been his second home.

"My name, Giancarlo."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Giancarlo. I'm Eva." I hesitantly offered a hand to shake, unsure of the proper mode of decorum in my situation. He saw me extend it and chuckled, then shook it with his comparatively huge and roughened paw.

"You are lucky. We go to France, Paris. You have been to Paris?"

"No, never."

"It is place where lady like you, I find. Here in countryside? No, only worker like me."

"I see. Could you tell me, uhm... what year it is?"

"Nnh?"

"What is the year, uh... la data."

He gave me a quizzical look, once more analyzing the dirtied young woman who sat in his truck. "You do not have network chip?"

"Network chip? No, I don't have such a thing."

That seemed to disturb him a little. "It is year, uh... two-one, zero seven."

You'd think I'd have been amazed, but at that point I was already numbed to shock at my new surroundings. "Twenty one-oh-seven." If my years of slumber counted, I was one hundred and eleven years old.

"Si. You are confused, forgetting? I take you to doctor, get network chip repair?"

"Oh no, I don't think so." I'd never been to a doctor in my life... it just wasn't necessary, and would lead to complications. "I just want to know where I am. And when."

"Look here," he said, as he pushed a tablet toward me. The screen came to life, defaulting to what looked like his trucker's license. With a swipe of his hand it flashed to what must have been the 2107 equivalent of a web browser. 

The tablet was quite a piece of technology. It was as thin as a piece of cardboard, but the resolution was unparalleled by anything from my time, and the user interface was flawless. In a matter of moments I was browsing the internet of my future and learning how the world had changed as I slept.

Chapter 3

First, I wanted to know what Astro-X was doing running trucks around the European countryside. Bringing up the corporation's history, I found that they had been bought by a wealthy and mysterious family in 2014, and upon doing so they were able to build a fleet of their quantum ships. Their first move then was to branch into space mining -- the moon and asteroids were a rich source of metals. On Earth the cost of materials had been rising steadily, and so almost overnight Astro-X turned the industry on its head. The corporation's patented quantum drive gave them a monopoly on extra-planetary mining, making them one of the biggest, most important financial entities yet. Giancarlo's truck was returning from a trip to Switzerland, where he had dropped off a shipment of extra-planetary precious metals.

And it was all because of me. 

Reading further, there was a short subheading titled 'rumours'. Rumour had it, that the family which had initially bought the nascent corporation was comprised entirely of futanari women.

What? I followed the link to a page on futanari. 

Futanari, once colloquially referred to as 'goddesses', are a humanoid sub-species, first discovered in 2026, though evidence shows that they have coexisted with homo sapiens for all of recorded history...

It seemed Marla's plan had come to fruition, in a way. Our numbers had grown enough that eventually our presence was undeniable. The societal implications were numerous, and humankind was divided on how it should choose to coexist with us.

Tensions between humankind and the futanari were eventually settled during The Great Exodus of 2083, when Astro -- X seedships carrying the majority of their population left Earth.

The story, history in fact, was just getting more and more incredible. Fuel for the rumours of Astro-X being owned by goddesses was the sudden announcement of the corporation's side project in the late twenty-first century. They wished to settle another planet, and that planet was to be a home for the goddesses, as well as any humans who wished to live within their kingdom. The location of The Great Exodus was secret, but it was in a star system many light years away.

The ships carried not only futanari women but also numerous humans who wished to settle the planet with them. These humans were chosen out of a vast collection of applicants according to detailed and stringent criteria. They were to provide genetic stock for the generations of futanari to come. Yet more ships carried supplies and Earthly biological materials with which the new planet was to be seeded.

Details about life on the futanari planet, rumoured to be called 'Anatolia', are closely guarded secrets and the subject of much speculation. The project is believed to be a success, for shuttles regularly return to Earth to pick up more human volunteers and biological material.

That sealed it. I would have to board one of those ships -- my ships, to join the rest of my kind on Anatolia.

I took a deep breath, as if coming up for air after delving so deeply into the unbelievable truths of history. Giancarlo glanced at me for a moment, then fixed his eyes back on the road.

Network chip... what is a network chip?

A network chip was the evolutionary end point for cell phone technology. The chip, commonly planted on a person's wrist or some other easily accessed area, connected the individual to a worldwide network of commerce and communication. With a network chip, any person and any knowledge was within one's grasp, accessed on a whim through thought alone. It sounded handy, if not... intimidating. Surely a network chip would help me find my way onto one of the Astro-X shuttles to Anatolia.

"Giancarlo, I would like to have a network chip. Do you have any?"

"When in Paris, you buy. You have money?"

"Ah... no, I probably don't have any money."

He grunted.

"Where in Paris are we going, anyway?"

"To Astro-X supply depot. Central hub for Europe."

"Oh. That might be good enough..."

I turned back to the tablet. There was much more to catch up on, and we had a long drive ahead. 

The world had changed a great deal while I slept. Back in 2014 it seemed we were constantly on the brink of disaster. Cataclysmic weather would drown cities in both the east and west, yet still authorities would deny that the climate was changing and vie for business to continue as usual. Those generations were short sighted. 

Now in 2107 I found myself in a world populated by 12 billion people. Of those 12 billion, 9 billion were starving, thirsty or both. Rising temperatures had melted the Earth's frozen poles causing the ocean to rise, drowning coastal cities. Many of the capital cities of my time were now sunken ruins.

I was poring over an updated map of the world as night fell. Giancarlo stopped the truck and retired to the back cabin to rest. I had had more than enough sleep at the peak of that mountain and there was still so much catching up to do, so I remained with his tablet in the front of the truck, absorbing all the history that had played out while I slumbered.

Chapter 4

Midway through the following day I finally succumbed to sleep. It was a proper rest with forgettable, conventional dreams, much unlike the bizarre reveries I'd had during my long slumber. I awoke refreshed, and the truck was parked.

Giancarlo was already clambering out: "we arrive in Paris, Astro-X depot. My journey, it is finished."

I wiped the sleep from my eyes, sitting up straight. "Mmh... and mine has just begun."

Giancarlo's face was just visible as he stood below, outside the hulking vehicle in a vast garage. I crawled across the bench seat and out of the driver side door. 

Giancarlo seemed to be holding his breath as I hopped out and stood before him. He was fidgety, nervous. I offered him a light hug and a thank you, which he accepted before promptly leaving for the employee lounge.

It was a strange farewell. Why did he seem so intimidated?

Overhead was a steel ceiling and cold fluorescent lighting. The floor was glossy and painted black, a silent surface for tires to roll across.

A small vehicle, essentially a golf cart, was trundling towards Giancarlo's truck. Its driver and passenger had their gazes locked on me. I turned to meet them.

Out stepped a smiling young man in a lab coat and a middle aged woman, formally dressed. They addressed me in accented English: "Hello. Can we assist you?"

"Assist... me?"

The woman was the one who mainly spoke: "yes. Perhaps a shower, change of clothes? We were told you also need a network chip?"

"Uh, yes, I'll take any of those things. But, you...?"

"Oh, don't look so confused, miss. Giancarlo radioed in that he had picked up a lost woman during his trip."

"I see. Is Astro-X always so accommodating to lost women?"

"Not necessarily," the young man said. "But for a lost woman of your... specific nature, definitely."

I blushed. Giancarlo had figured out what I was -- that was why he became so nervous when we arrived. And now these two employees of Astro-X were openly acknowledging something which I once only anonymously revealed.

"Because I'm... futanari...?"

They nodded, unphased. "May we see some ID?"

I produced my driver's license, a superannuated relic almost a century old, and handed it to the male. He seemed astonished... I assumed it was because of my birth date. He passed it to the woman, who shared his reaction before regaining her professional composure.

"Excuse us, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Sandrine, and this is Leo."

"Pleased to meet you."

"We will make arrangements for you, Madame Dennis. Please, come inside..."

We got into the golf cart and were soon whirring off across the Astro-X compound. Outside the garage the sun was beating down, and it was hot. My calves were soon sticking to the leather of my boots.

"Alors," Sandrine said. "You look like you crawled out of a time capsule."

"I think I did."

"That would explain what a Dennis is still doing on Earth," Leo said.

"The rest of us are all on... Anatolia?"

"Oui, they left in the first ships of the Exodus. Apparently one was left behind," Sandrine said. "Now we will check you in to a room and have you settled in, then we will see how else we can assist you, yes?"

"Sure. Yes, that sounds fantastic."

***

I was treated like royalty, put up in a lavish hotel room which dwarfed my apartment back home. On the king sized bed fresh new clothes were laid out in the modern style of 2107, both formal and casual wares. To the side there was a glass table, where a meal waited. Fresh vegetables were delicately cooked and buttered, along with a pile of wild rice and something the size and shape of a chicken breast. It smelled delicious, but I had certain priorities.

I'd been outdoors for almost a century, frozen and thawed, and not once had I changed outfits! First things first, I needed a hot, soapy bath. 

I drew my long, slender legs out of my boots, breathing a sigh of relief as my bare feet touched cool tile. Sliding the dress down the curves of my body, some of the aged seams cracked and tore. No bother, I wouldn't have any more need for it. I tossed it into the garbage and turned to look at myself in the mirror: my hair was a mess, and there was dirt smeared over my fore arms, legs and collar, but I remained as healthy and beautiful as ever. My breasts were left sore from being crammed in that tight dress for so long, so I massaged the tension away as the tub filled up.

I stepped into the water. It felt divine on my sore muscles. I practically melted into it, reveling in the warmth, the lush bubbles. It was at that moment of calm tranquility, the foam of shampoo permeating my hair, that I started to realize just how well I'd done. 

Somewhere out there was a planet, a planet adapted by and specifically for goddesses. That was my contribution to them... and I intended to join them. That I was being treated so well was proof that the game had changed for my kind.

I got out of the water and toweled off, then slipped into a soft bathrobe. All I'd eaten since I'd awoke on the mountain was that cold can of peas, and my hunger was severe. Sitting down to have my meal, the vegetables were crisp but a little bland, while the rice was just fine. The faux-chicken breast 'thing' was actually delicious, whatever it was.

Across the table was a small plastic package. I opened it, and out fell a little plastic sheaf with instructions written on it -- first in French, then in English, as well as a tiny pen and a square of paper-substitute material.

1) Place Network Chip on desired region of body, with tabs against skin. 2) Apply pressure directly to the Network Chip for approximately five seconds.

"Hmm." Squeezing the sheaf, a tiny wafer thin square of mineral fell out. Its 'tabs' were mere bristles of metal, very delicate looking. I placed it on the inside of my left wrist and applied pressure... five, four, three, two...

TZAK!

Those bristles of metal moved like tiny tentacles, digging painlessly into the flesh of my wrist. I perceived a flash of static electricity, as if some Voltage had adjusted to the reference of my nervous system.




Goddesses Pt. 03



Thank you for activating your Network Chip, serial number 456B-573R-457455000. Please write your name on the enclosed slip of paper.

It was a neutral feminine voice, ringing out as if it were inside my head. It was not intrusive, but it was perturbing to hear a voice other than my own. I printed my name: 'EVA DENNIS'.

Thank you, Eva Dennis. To access your Network Chip, simply glance at it and either speak or think of your desired action in clear words. There are over a billion sub routines available, and if more are desired a growing library of commands can be downloaded.

Do not attempt to access visual media while operating a vehicle or dangerous equipment. The Network Chip has a variety of security protocols in place to ensure that...

Oh dear... this was going to take some getting used to.

Chapter 5

You have an incoming call from Sandrine Duval. Answer?

Yes.

Hello Madame Dennis, how are you?

Oh god... now there was a third voice in my head!

"Ahh, ah, um... do I speak or just think?"

What?

Apparently speaking worked just fine. "Oh, sorry. Hello, Sandrine. I'm doing very well, thank you. I've had a bath and a meal, and as you can see I'm online now..."

That's good, very good. Now listen, I know it's a bit late but I thought maybe I could help you settle in, since you're not from around here. Or would you prefer we wait until tomorrow?

"Oh, well... what did you have in mind?"

Just a chat to see how we can assist you.

"Hmm. Sure, come on in. Just give me a moment to get dressed."

Not a problem. Au revoir!

Call ended.

I got up and shrugged out of my bathrobe. Standing before the bed, I glanced at my wrist, then at the clothes laid out. Explain these clothes to me. 

To the left is a classic female formal ensemble of buttoned blouse and shouldered vest. The slacks have been substituted with a faux-leather pencilled skirt, owing to your anatomic peculiarities. The material is thin and sweat resistant, as well as anti-wrinkle and anti-stain. To the right is a form of informal wear currently held fashionable among french youth. The clothing offers little insulation for the hot summer climate, and melts to your figure for maximum comfort.

Little insulation indeed -- the informal wear was positively tiny! Yet it looked a lot more comfortable than the stuffy formal attire, so I pulled the top on. It was little more than some sort of bra, made of neon pink and black synthetic fabric which seemed to expand and melt itself into every curve and contour of my breasts, as voluminous as they were... even the peaks of my nipples. It had a single wide strap, asymmetrically crossing one shoulder, down my back and around to meet the bottom of the other breast. The accompanying pants were some sort of ass-length shorts, which would have been completely unsuitable to contain me, so I chose to wear the formal faux-leather skirt instead.

I walked toward the mirror, my breasts jostling from side to side with each step, wholly unsupported by the nearly liquid material. It felt like I was nude from the waist up! I was culture shocked at how revealing the casual wear of 2107 was, but as my eyes trailed down my trim stomach to the flare of my hips in the skirt, I had to admit that I was looking great. I teased my shoulder length black and violet streaked hair, then sat down on the bed to wait for Sandrine.

I was browsing my Network Chip's commands when I heard knocking at my door, a considerable distance across my vast hotel suite. Feeling self conscious in my modern clothes I walked over to the doorway and let Sandrine in.

She gave me a quick elevator glance before turning her gaze up to mine and smiling professionally. "Hello Madame Dennis. I see you went for a mix of the formal and casual clothes. How... unique..."

"Yeah. Does it look okay, or am I doing it wrong?"

"You look wonderful," she said with a solemn bow of her head. She turned her gaze into the hotel room. "Much better than when Giancarlo brought you here. May we sit?"

"Of course." We gathered around the glass table as I pushed aside the remnants of my dinner.

"So," she began, weaving her fingers together before me. "Tell me your story Mme. Dennis, and we will see how we can help you."

"Okay," I said slowly. I wasn't sure if I wanted to make up something believable or just tell the truth of how I'd arrived in my situation. I decided on the latter after considering how much the people of 2107 had learned about my kind; the most incredible parts were already out of the way. "It's quite complicated, actually. I'm not just a foreigner, Sandrine. I'm not even from this time. Only two days ago, I was living in 2014."

She blinked, her fascination growing. "Yes...?"

"I uhm, was stranded on top of a mountain in Switzerland. It was very cold and I was in a weakened state... I basically froze. But you know how futanari biology is... the snow melt reached the peak of that mountain yesterday, and I was defrosted, so to speak."

"We have been having record highs all across Europe this week. Continue...?"

"So I wandered down the mountain, back into town, where I saw Giancarlo's truck. I saw that it belonged to Astro-X, which I recalled belongs to my family, so I thought I'd try to flag it down."

"That is... quite a story. Futanari truly are amazing beings."

I nodded. "I didn't actually have to mention my family ties, though. Giancarlo was kind enough to take a stranger with him."

"He is a good man."

"He is. So you can see why I might seem a little out of place here, in what to me is the future."

"Of course. It would explain those strange clothes you were wearing, and the fact that you didn't have a Network Chip. Now I came here hoping we could arrange a route for you to return to your home, or to find an inhabitance for you, but this changes everything."

"I don't really have anywhere left, do I?"

"It seems not... not without some time for you to adapt. Especially since almost all the futanari have departed."

There was a moment of silence. I could see that Sandrine had a third option for me, and it was on the tip of her tongue, but she was waiting to see whether or not I wished to stay on the future Earth before she made the suggestion.

"So... could I join them...?"

She nodded. "Yes, we could do that. In fact..." She produced a pamphlet on folded paper-substitute and handed it to me. "This is the flyer we offer humans who might want to apply for a move to the other planet. Now you can obviously ignore all the details here, because there aren't any surveys or tests for you to pass. This planet is essentially your property," she said, turning to the last page where a giant Astro-X ship was seen lifting away from the Earth. "The flights are every other Friday."

"My god, really? Tomorrow's Friday."

"Yes."

"Is it one of the 'other' Fridays?"

Sandrine chuckled, "yes, it is."

I took a deep breath. Things were moving so quickly. "I want to go, then."

She glanced at her Network Chip. "Okay Madame Dennis, we can arrange that." 

"Please... just call me Eva."

She nodded slowly, "okay, Eva... I can have you on tomorrow's ship to Anatolia. We will have to rush you out in the morning to the main facility in Arizona..."

My heart was starting to race at the prospect of what lay ahead. After only one sleep I would be on my way to Anatolia! It was exciting, and scary. "That is amazing! Thank you Sandrine," I gushed. In my emotional display I'd taken her wrist and squeezed it, causing her to jolt slightly at the contact. "Oh, sorry."

"It was my pleasure," she said, folding her hands together on her lap. I couldn't help feeling she feared my touch, or to look at me for too long. "I am merely bringing you that which is already yours."

"Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

"Oh, well... Maybe just put in a good word for me in Arizona, okay?"

"Oh, sure, I will."

We shared a giggle. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No, I think that will do just fine. Wow..."

She stood. "Excellent. Well it was a pleasure, Madame... Eva. Get some rest, okay?"

 "I will. Thank you again."

I saw her out, then sat myself down on my bed with a joyful sigh. I could barely believe how well things were turning out, at what glorious adventures lay ahead!

Flipping through the pamphlet, there were images of a utopian landscape, blue skies and sunshine and green meadows. Beautiful goddesses were shown smiling and laughing amongst a mixture of normal looking humans, male and female. As if they were a group of equals. It was just marketing; goddesses would only accept the most desirable humans. The elderly, the sick, the unremarkable, would surely never make it onto a ship to Anatolia, and males would likely be a minority.

I hoped that the picturesque landscape wasn't also just marketing. An alien planet could be anything, from a smouldering ball of acidic gas to a hunk of molten rock, to a barren vacuum... there were so many variables. With nothing left to do, I resigned to browsing my Network Chip.

Chapter 6

I glanced at my wrist, "what data exists on the futanari planet Anatolia?"

The futanari planet Anatolia is located in an unknown star system at an unknown distance from Earth. According to Astro-X, it is a hospitable water bound world with slightly less gravity and a longer year than Earth. It has its own primitive ecosystems, however select continents have been sterilized and reseeded with Earth life. No other data exists.

Though information was sparse the little made available was comforting. A question many from my time wondered had been answered -- yes, there were other inhabitable planets out there.

I moved on to another subject. "What media can I access on futanari?"

Sort by date, popularity or alphabetical order?

"Uh... popularity."

A list was superimposed over my vision. Turning my eyes up or down allowed me to scroll through my search results. I chuckled, amused by the titles that came up: 'Erotic Aerotian Angels', 'Exotic Dreams of Anatolia', 'The Secret Lovers of Goddesses'... Most of them sounded like porn!

It came as no surprise to me that we had become the subject of a huge fetish, after all, lovers of futanari were paying my rent back in 2014. What was not to like about living breathing women who were beautiful beyond comparison, utterly perfect and extremely potent? Males and females of all sexual orientations found something to like in a format where there was penetration without men, where the sexual prowess of the performers was elevated to the extreme.

I felt a shiver of excitement. How advanced had it gotten in 2107? How realistic was it? There was only one way to find out. I arbitrarily chose 'Erotic Aerotian Angels' and was given two options: Third Person or Interactive Mode? I selected Third Person, feeling I was not yet ready for whatever would happen in Interactive. A countdown filled my vision: Video beginning in 5, 4, 3, 2...

As I laid back my senses were suddenly filled with a tropical island scene. I could still feel my bed beneath me, but the sun was now beating down on my skin, hot and intense. I could hear the gentle wash of waves against the yellow sand of a beach. Palm trees hung overhead.

Starring Stacy Bentham and two beautiful Aerotian princesses...

A young woman strolled into view. She was a pale little thing, her light brown hair tied into bouncy pigtails. She was dressed in a yellow bikini, revealing her petite yet seductive figure and ridiculous melon-like chest, which jostled and rolled with each step. Just a step behind she had a pair of companions, identically olive skinned with long, curly black hair which they wore back in ponytails. They seemed to be some perfect mix of African and European genes, utterly spellbinding with their athletic yet curved build and almost equally abundant firm breasts, which were bare. Around their hips they wore light matching loincloths.

The realism was astounding. I couldn't tell if I was watching a 3D reproduction of an actual performance, or if it were all a simulation.

Stacy stopped in front of a laid out beach towel, a licentious smile crawling across her face. Her companions each took one of her hands, stepping in close to trail their lips along her neck, her shoulders... One of them caught her mouth, and they began to kiss softly. The other got down to one knee, and in doing so revealed a weighty presence swinging against the light material of her loincloth.

She slid her hands up Stacy's hips, digging her face into her rear, where she began to tug at her bikini bottom with her teeth. The pigtailed brunette shuddered at the intrusion, then deepened her embrace with her other companion, offering both tongue and a probing grasp at what lay beneath her loincloth.

She worked her hand up and down the standing futanari's member, which didn't stay hidden for long as it extended. Stacy's motions grew broader and slower in response. Meanwhile the crouching one's excitement was starting show, fattening and dipping lower and closer to the sandy ground. She was beginning to tease Stacy through her bikini bottom, rubbing between her legs slowly.

With the exclusion of, I'm embarrassed to admit, the one night I'd spent with Diana, it was becoming the hottest thing I'd ever yet seen in my life. I was getting hard in my closely fitted leather skirt, the head of my cock producing tingles of delicious pleasure as its shape crawled along my thigh, eventually coming into view as it passed the hem. I unzipped it and tossed it away, then took myself firmly in my hand. I fought my compulsion to stroke, wanting to see first where things would go.

Stacy had worked her standing companion to hardness, her perfect chocolate and pink tipped cock standing out proud and beautiful from beneath her loincloth. She had her hips tilted to the side, letting the lengthy thing extend its entire fourteen inches into open view. The other futanari stood, her member bobbing rigidly as she did so, identical to that of the first. Seeing the two goddesses wield their massive erections made my heart quicken. Stacy was a lucky girl.

As the two aroused futanari stood before her she reached behind her back and undid her bikini top. It practically shot off of her, her lush round breasts quivering as they were freed to the hot, humid air. She got to her knees, causing her overly dynamic chest to jostle further, and with pre-choreographed synchronization the Aerotian princesses stepped forward, removing their loinclothes as the tips of their members intersected to a point before her mouth.

"Ooh, babes," she purred, reaching up to them. 

Oh my god... Switch to interactive mode!

Suddenly it was my hands reaching for the twin goddesses, the ends of their huge, gorgeous cocks so close to my lips I could feel the moist heat. It was a breathtaking sight. I looked down and saw on my petite chest breasts so ridiculously sized that they dwarved my already very large natural endowments, light brown pigtails swinging into view as I did so. I was now Stacy Bentham, the star of the film!

One of the dark skinned futas giggled softly as she swung her hips forward, bonking me on the cheek with her huge fleshy tool. "Oh my god, yes," I moaned in Stacy's high cartoon-like voice. I'd lost myself to the erotic sensory overload. I took them in my dainty little hands, fingers unable to meet thumb as they encircled throbbing shafts, and began to slowly stroke them in unison. They were so hot to my touch. I traded wet kisses with the dauntingly mouth filling tip of each, prompting their smiles and sighs of approval. "You are so beautiful," I whispered.

They giggled at that, and one of them offered a playful wink. I began to suck on the fat tip to my left while running my hand up and down the long shaft to my right, then traded sides. 

It seemed my Aerotian companions couldn't hold still for too long, and soon they began to shift positions. The girl to my left stepped away, wrenching her turgid beauty from my grasp, and moved to stand behind me. The other smoothly lowered herself into my lap. As she straddled me her cock lay tucked between the mountainous swells of my breasts. She was coming in for a kiss as I felt the other's hot length press against my back. From behind two dark hands pressed my jiggling globes tight around the top half of the first one's shaft. Not long after my lips met that goddess' she began to roll her hips, rubbing her hardness in and out of the tight confines her twin and myself had created.

Our mouths parted and she licked her lips, a deliciously naughty grin forming on her face. I looked down to see glistening precum was starting to run from the tip of her cock. I soon felt the hot fluid on me, lubricating the proceedings as her motions worked it in, coating both bosom and shaft. She started to make broader movements, her hips gyrating sensuously as they repeatedly collided with the bottoms of my breasts, the tip of her dick regularly peaking before my mouth. 

With a slight giggle the girl behind me started to jostle my huge tits up and down her cock, moving against the rhythm of her thrusts. They were smacking against her thighs even harder and jiggling wildly with every impact, but I didn't feel even a hint of pain. Against my back the other was still throbbingly hard.

I'd eventually had enough of that position, unable to touch or taste as my two companions kept themselves in motion or out of reach. It was a real tease. I lurched forward, dumping the one off of my lap and onto the sand. Advancing further, I was crouching over her on all fours. She bit down on her lip and seemed to purr gently as she began to stroke her own cock, excited by my advance. I dipped low, putting the end of it in my mouth, supporting myself with just one arm so the other could join her hand in motion. "Ahhh," she said, eyes shutting as she tilted her head back in enjoyment.

Meanwhile I felt the gentle touch of fingertips at my hips, pulling my bikini bottom down my thighs. Without missing a beat I tilted from knee to knee, and she had it off quickly. Not a moment later I felt a touch of heat at my crotch, followed by the wet swipe of a tongue. It tingled in ways I'd never felt before, my virtual body a simulation of a gender I didn't share. Those licks continued, increasing that novel sensation from a mere tingle to an opening, aching absence, a need. Something was missing. I wanted her to fill that gap. 

"Oh god... please, fuck me," I whimpered. She got to her knees behind me, smoothing a hand down the small of my back. From her shadow I could see her other hand running up and down her beautiful monster, getting herself ready. "Please," I repeated.

Wordless as always, she complied. She felt huge against me and the fit seemed improbable... but she slowly entered. I moaned out in joy, loving the feel of myself opening up to her hard girth. She began to inch forward, passing more and more of herself into me until she was half buried. That was as far as it would go. "Mmmmoh, god," I gasped, "yes...!"

Beneath me the other goddess was grinning lecherously, still stroking her huge hard-on. As the one behind began to withdraw she was reaching for the back of my head, guiding my mouth back to its rightful place on the end of her dick. Obediently I sucked and tongued, fighting the urge to cry out as again I was filled.

We began to pick up speed. What a glorious feeling it was, to inhabit the body of a human female as two playful goddesses used her for their pleasure! My body was opening up to the one at my rear, slowly permitting more of her to enter as she persistently thrust herself in and out of me, utterly filling me with each pass. I worshipfully lavished my tongue against the drooling head of the one beneath me, tasting her beautiful heat, each of us running a hand up and down a chosen half of her length. She was writhing beneath me so gorgeously, uttering sweet moans and sighs.




Goddesses Pt. 03



She backed away, her long precum coated cock waving wildly as she went, until she could stand on her knees before me. Again she took me by the back of my head, guiding me to her. From this position she could push herself deeper, and push she did. I wasn't expecting her to be so rough, but Stacy Bentham didn't seem to have a gag reflex, let alone pain receptors... with one defiant step forward she was buried as deep into my throat as her companion was in my sex. "Nggluk!"

She shifted her hold to my pigtails, taking one in each hand as she began to draw herself out. As the goddess at my rear withdrew she pulled them, driving herself deep into my throat. Then the other pulled me back by my hips, skewering me deeper. They traded turns yanking me into their powerful thrusts, pistoning into me steadily, tossing me back and forth like a toy.

They were inserting themselves deeper and deeper into me. My breasts were throttling against my chest as I limply submitted to their lustful wrath. I felt no pain, only pleasure and arousal for what I was doubly impaled upon.

If I could speak I would have egged them on, I would have begged them to use me even worse. Their hips were almost hitting me, only an inch or so left to sink as their heavy sacs brushed against my chin and abdomen with each wild thrust. I could feel my climax approaching, a sensation similar but altogether different than what I was used to. With the size and might being wielded, it didn't come on slow, and what started as a tingle in my clit... BANG! Became a lush, throbbing gratification where I was being filled... BANG! To a full body onslaught of indescribable ecstasy!

I moaned out loudly, but it was muffled by the slick thrusting stabs of my partner. She giggled, her show of amusement soon mirrored by her twin. Their strength was starting to show, for it seemed to take a disproportionally small amount of effort for them to have my knees and hands briefly leaving the ground as they brutally stuck me at both ends. Their bare breasts were quivering and sloshing with each movement.

Their thrusts started to become more ragged and short, quicker and jerkier. They were losing their alternating rhythm, carelessly and selfishly fucking my little body. And I was still cumming... it was heavenly.

Suddenly they both stopped, and without warning they stepped back, getting to their feet. I was gobsmacked, totally subdued as the ecstasy of climax still remained, despite the sudden absence inside me. The one before me tilted my head up, and I saw her twin take up a position beside her. Their huge cocks were glistening with my juice and precum, completely swollen and nodding with their heartbeats, on the brink of eruption. I knew what they wanted me to do.

I stood on my knees, gazing up at them worshipfully, obediently. Their feminine hands were running up and down their awesome appendages with a quick, final purpose. "Oh god, I want your cum... give it to me, please!"

Their eyes became distant, lush lips pursing as the pressure reached its breaking point. The first shot of cum came from my right, splashing thickly against my cheek and painting a trail down my breast. She started to gasp and sigh as to my left another shot landed square in my open mouth, only to slosh out onto my chest. Their twin spurts were beating down on me, one after the other covering me in beautiful pearly nectar. I lifted my breasts up, giving them a target to paint. As one of them focused her shots there the other roughly thrust herself into my mouth, uttering a girlish mew of satisfaction as she filled me up. I was swallowing as fast as I could but still an excess dripped down to join the prodigious coating her twin was applying.

She stepped back, and as one they worked the last dollops of their load out with persistent twists of their wrists. I was totally, thickly, coated from lips to crotch. Heavy gobs of it were falling off my breasts onto my thighs. "Mmm... wow," I purred as I began to work the slippery stuff against the flesh of those huge, round prizes.

And just like that the simulation ended. I was suddenly myself again, lying on my bed in my hotel room... but the scenery had changed. Ribbons of creamy spunk were painted all over my bedsheets, my lower legs, the surrounding rug... It was everywhere! Between my legs my shaft was semi erect, sated and lazy as it lay against the bed like a sleeping serpent.

"Oh my god..."

Chapter 7

Waking up the next morning was not a pleasant experience. At five minutes to nine my sleep abruptly ended as I heard the ringing of a modulating tone, originating seemingly from inside my brain. Whether or not my eyes were closed, superimposed over my vision in green text was the cheerful greeting Goodmorning, Eva, followed by the date and time. 

It persisted until I got out of bed. Tired and exasperated by the technological intrusion I groaned, glancing angrily at my wrist. To the people of 2107, this was waking up.

I'd fallen asleep in my pink and black top, and the high tech material still looked as clean and neat as it had when I first put it on, the mess I'd made before bed having wiped off completely. The rest of the hotel room was another case - I'd done a quick clean up before I passed out but there was still plenty of creamy evidence for my private perversions. I grabbed my faux-leather skirt off the floor and slid it up my legs.

I splashed water on my face, then took a moment in the bathroom to brush my hair and put on a little eyeliner. I had a big day ahead of me. 

When I strolled back into the main chamber of my hotel room someone was already knocking on my door. I opened it slightly and like a turtle cautiously emerging from its shell stuck my head out, not wanting my visitor to see what I'd done to the place.

"Hello Eva," Sandrine beamed. "Did you rest well?"

"Ah, goodmorning," I said, pulling the door closer still. "Very well, thank you. Uh... can I help you?"

"I was just wondering if you would like to start the day with some breakfast."

"Oh, sure, of course. I'll meet you in the lobby." 

***

Over a small meal of coffee and croissants she filled me in on the details of my big day.

"As soon as you're ready we'll take you over to the travel nexus. From there you will be sent to our main facility in Arizona, where another representative will be waiting for you. All of the arrangements for your journey have been set in place, so there shouldn't be any bureaucracy to deal with before the trip."

"Okay, great. Um... what is a travel nexus?"

She smiled patiently, "a travel nexus is how we get around, to travel long distances. I suppose people still flew air planes in your time?"

"Yes."

"We did away with those. They were expensive to maintain and refuel, as well as a source of unwanted emissions."

I nodded, still waiting for an explanation as to what a travel nexus actually was. Seeing this, she shrugged apologetically: "Ah, I don't know how they actually work! But I can assure you it is a very quick and comfortable way to get around, and we happen to have our own private nexus."

Before she'd even finished speaking I'd mentally queried my Network Chip and the information was rolling in. A travel nexus is a circular room of standardized size. Inside it can be arranged in any manner, but from the outside they are all essentially identical. Their mode of locomotion is simple yet to my then twenty-first century point of view, utterly astounding! They redirect gravitational forces, turning the Earth's pull against themselves in whatever direction is needed to essentially "fall" towards their destination. Inside there is no sense of movement at all.

As I read further I learned that there was little to no information on how the motive driver in a travel nexus was actually invented. As far as the available information would tell, they were 'discovered' during the middle of the twentieth century and the technology was slowly adopted over the decades to follow, a government X-project which went public a few years after I'd climbed Marla's mountain. 

"Well, I'm curious to see how that goes. The world has come a long way since my time."

When we'd finished eating we hopped into an Astro-X golf cart and rolled off across the asphalt of the huge French compound. It was only nine thirty but already the heat was sweltering and oppressive. I wondered how much hotter it would be in Arizona.

We reached a fenced off area, where she stopped the cart. "Our nexus isn't back from its previous trip, yet. A little behind schedule." I leaned back, retreating beneath the shadow of the cart's canopy to avoid the hot rays of the sun.

"Aha, there it is, see?" She pointed to the horizon. Life is strange... sometimes, the things we've been taught to hold as fiction turn out to be very real. Seeing the growing disc against the azure sky, moving as if aerodynamics and gravity were powerless, I realized just what sort of technology had been discovered during the mid-twentieth century. 

"It's... a flying saucer."

"A what? That's our travel nexus," she said calmly.

As the Roswellian object neared it decelerated until it was stationary over a burnt circle inside the fenced area. As it slowly descended, I could see its bottom surface dimly glowing with radiant heat.

"My god, that is amazing."

Once landed it rested for a moment, then there was a twist and clunk of heavy metal, and a vault-like door slowly opened on the side of the disc. Out stepped four executive types, looking thoroughly casual as they disembarked. They were chatting and sharing inside jokes... just another day on the job.

"Okay, let's go," Sandrine said. We clambered out of the golf cart. As the business men passed they offered my guide a quick 'bonjour', only briefly glancing at her before looking at me quizzically, indulgently. I don't think they knew what to make of me. Did they realize I was a goddess? They surely didn't know how much influence I could potentially hold on them, how much of a right I had to my seat in the executive nexus. No bother.

We moved through the fence toward the craft. From up close it looked less like a stereotypical flying saucer and more like a windowless, circular one story building. The residual heat was intense as we neared it. The door was ajar, so we stepped inside.

I breathed a sigh of relief - the nexus was air conditioned. Inside it looked like any normal lobby should, with a couple rows of stiff yet comfortable chairs upholstered in pink fabric and glass coffee tables supporting a couple tablets and half filled coffee mugs. There was a small bar to my left, and along the far side of the room's rounded perimeter the Astro-X logo was emblazoned upon the wall.

"So this is how we travel now. No seat belts, no cockpit. We just... sit down, grab a magazine and wait."

"The interior of a nexus can be arranged in whatever manner its owner sees fit. This is a typical business-executive setup." She tapped a panel by the entrance and the door shut behind us.

"Hmm." I took a seat.

"We should be falling away shortly. Are you excited?"

I shrugged, "ah, well, for this specific trip, maybe not so much now."

Sandrine laughed, "we've made special efforts to make the flight as dull as possible! But I can assure you that your journey to Anatolia will be a lot more interesting."

"I read that the passengers are held in stasis for the entire trip, cryogenically frozen."

"Yes. It would take a much, much bigger ship to house conscious occupants."

"Does it hurt...?"

"Well Eva, I have never had it done to me. Did it hurt when you were frozen?"

"I was feeling all kinds of hurt... but actually going to sleep, it felt kind of nice."

She nodded thoughtfully. "From what I've heard they anaesthetize you beforehand, so it should feel fine. But what do I know?"

***

We made occasional small talk, and during the quiet moments I browsed my Network Chip. The entire trip was over soon enough, about half in hour total. From start to finish there was no sensation of movement whatsoever, which was amazing considering how little time it took us to cross the Atlantic and most of North America.

She was going to take the nexus back to Paris, so we stood at the doorway to say our farewells.

"Well it was a pleasure meeting you, Eva. I hope you find yourself a happy life." "Me too, and thank you again for all your help."

She tapped the panel and the door opened, revealing the clear night sky of Arizona. "The time is two thirty am. Watch your step..."

Chapter 8

Leaving the nexus, I was in another fenced in area. The air wasn't as dry as I would have expected Arizona to be, and there was plenty of healthy grass and bushes beyond, but it was still quite hot. A pair of lights flicked on: the head lamps of yet another silly little golfcart.

"Miss Dennis? Please, come this way." It was the plain accent of an American male, who was getting out of the vehicle. Approaching, I saw that he wore a lab coat much like Leo's, and there was an active tablet in his hand.

He offered his other hand to shake, which I did. "Hello! Welcome to Arizona, Miss Dennis. My name is Samir and I'll be helping you out tonight."

"Nice to meet you Samir. Uh... shall we?" I said, motioning to the vehicle.

"Yes, definitely. Time is tight, we've got to get you on that ship! Hop in." We trundled off into what was an even larger compound than the European one I'd arrived from. Samir began to explain the events to come: "Our human applicants go into cryostasis the night before departure. It gives us time to process and monitor them before they are loaded into the ship, and it's also convenient since to them, it would normally be bed-time anyway."

Against the starry sky there was a dark mass, a looming silhouette the size of an apartment building, with aerodynamic curves and a spindly support frame running up its side. It was the huge unlit form of an Astro-X ship, the culmination of the research my mother and I had funded almost a century in the past.

"Well it's a little late now. Are they all in stasis already?"

"Yes, and that's why we're in a hurry. You're going to be the last one in... we don't want to delay any of the other preparations."

We continued on along narrow streets, past labs and offices and storage lockers, the ship growing larger, closer. It was a truly impressive sight, a feat of engineering.

"You know, I expected Arizona to be a little dryer. Is it expensive, finding all the water to keep the lawns green?"

"Hmm? No, not at all. There's plenty of water here."

"...Oh." Knowing how much scarcer good food and water was in 2107, I'd expected it to be stringently rationed in a place like Arizona. At his words I realized just how much the landscape had changed; we were on the west coast of the United States. What had been an arid desert in my time was now green and alive, while to the west Southern California was underwater.

He eventually pulled over beside a smaller brick building, and we stepped out of the vehicle. Fluorescent light was spilling out of the glass doors and windows, giving Samir his first actual look at me.

He stopped, seemingly dazzled, then collected himself and opened the door. "Uh, excuse me Miss Dennis. Right this way."

Inside the brightly lit building more people in white lab coats were moving from room to room, too occupied with their work to even glance at Samir and I. It was a busy night. "The stasis chambers are straight ahead," he said as he led me down the hall.

We neared another glass door. Beyond it the light was softer, more relaxed. "This will be your last stop on Earth, Miss Dennis. Is there anything you need before you rest? A bathroom break, a drink of water?"

"No, I'm fine Samir. Thanks."

"Alright then. Step inside and our attendants will assist you. Have a safe and restful journey, Miss Dennis."

He opened the door and I entered. A pair of labcoated women, looking like they'd worked a couple hours too many into the night, approached. "Ah, Miss Dennis, our final occupant. It's an honour to meet you."

Looking back, Samir had his back to the door as he tapped at his tablet. Now that I was faced with the prospect of again spending a prolonged amount of time frozen, I was nervous.

"We mustn't waste any time, things are already behind schedule. If you would just come with us..."

They took me to a row of curtained booths. As one they ceremoniously spread one of the heavy curtains, revealing a small square room. In the centre of it was an ovoid structure made of a metal frame with curved transparent plexiglass surfaces. A number of hoses were attached to it, coming in through a port in the wall.

"So this is the stasis chamber?"

"Yes. Please remove your clothing, and we may proceed. They will be returned to you, along with any other belongings you've brought with you, when you arrive at your destination."

I nodded. I stepped out of my tall black boots and nudged them away with my bare foot. Then I slipped out of my casual pink and black top, feeling no more naked with it off than I did while it was on. Last, I slid my faux-leather skirt down my legs... revealing what I was to the attendants, if they hadn't already known.

I heard a tiny gasp, but they did their best to remain professional. Now fully nude, I placed my hands on my hips and pretended their shock hadn't phased me. "Okay. Now?"

One of them tore open a transparent plastic bag and took out a small syringe. She unsheathed the needle. "Our first step will be to administer the anaesthetic. This will help you sleep and make the freezing process painless. Are you okay with needles?"

I'd never been to a doctor or hospital in my life, but I wasn't going to back down. "Needles are fine."

"Once the anaesthetic is administered please follow our instructions in a concise and punctual manner. You will have approximately two minutes until you sleep."

"Alright."

The drug was injected into my upper left arm.

"Now please step inside the stasis chamber. Keep all of your limbs inside."

I did so, and they fastened soft straps around my torso and head. I was already starting to feel the effects of the drug: I was heavy, but relaxed. My vision seemed to grow bubbly and dreamlike. My apprehension had disappeared, replaced with an artificial sense of well being.

"How are you feeling, Miss Dennis? A little sleepy?"

"Mmm... yeah, a little."

"Good. Please open your mouth wide," one of them said. The other produced a tube with a black rubber gasket wedged around it some four inches from its end. She slid it into my mouth. The black rubber butted up against my lips, melting into their shape to form a seal. "This is your air tube. You'll be breathing from this."

I nodded my head, which felt heavy and disconnected. Her voice had become distant. I could tell I wouldn't be awake for much longer.

"Okay Miss Dennis, final steps. We're going to close your chamber and fill it once you're asleep. We hope you enjoy your time on the other planet."

There was a heavy 'clunk' as they closed me in, then the clicking of it being locked tight. My eyelids had fallen shut. I had the faintest impression of cold water beginning to pool around my feet, steadily climbing up my legs as the chamber filled. The sound of it splashing into the tight space was sharp and bright, but distant. Images of crashing waves materialized in my mind... and then I was gone.



Goddesses Pt. 04



Valerie stood before her bookshelf, admiring her treasures from another stay on Earth. She had a fetish for the old things, so primitive with their paper pages and space consuming form factor. They were cumbersome inefficient relics of the past, and she cherished them.

The shelf was a creaky antique piece, hewn from the flesh of an Earth pine. To carve furniture from the fresh wood of trees was as illegal as it was to print media on their pulp. Those antique relics were her pride and joy, the centrepiece of her quarters. They were in stark contrast to the neutral blue and grey metal and plastics of the ship, and along with the detailed Persian rug beneath her feet they created a place of warmth and comfort, a place where her mind could reboot.

It was three weeks into the trip home, and she had already read half of her new acquisitions. She would have to start cutting her reading material with old favourites if they were to last the remaining two and a half months. She pulled out an ageing number on extinct Earthly biology and curled up on her rickety wicker chair.

By her third page she stopped. Her mind was wandering, and nothing she'd read had sunk in. For what seemed to be the millionth time, her thoughts had turned to that mysterious passenger in the stasis hold.

Could it really have been Eva? Eva Dennis, the missing Dennis-Hunt daughter, the one whose unorthodox genius was to thank for the utopian lives all goddesses were now enjoying on their own world? The story went that she had disappeared shortly after she had made the move to hand future control of space over to the goddesses. Some said it was all myth, that she had never actually existed...

Yet in the stasis hold, amongst row upon row of accepted human applicants, there was a sleeping woman who bore her name. Nude in the near-freezing stasis fluid, from the remarkably buxom and elegant perfection of her body to more... obvious features, it was plain to see that she was a goddess. Pale with purple streaked black hair like the famous Marla Dennis, she bore the look of her supposed mother.

Valerie couldn't help but wonder. Sometimes she'd even catch herself fantasizing. Alone in her ship, the solitude of travel was cruel. She was used to being on her own, and that was part of why she had accepted her job as a pilot between the planets. But, when weeks turned to months without speaking to another soul, the need for companionship grew achingly strong.

There were more rumours saying that young Eva, before her disappearance, had struggled with being as lonely as she... If that were so, maybe they were alike.

Chapter 1

I awoke waist deep in lukewarm water. My first instinct was to open my eyes, but to do so was laborious. I was drowsy, and the light was overbearing, so I kept them shut. My respirator tube was carefully being withdrawn from my throat.

"Hello, Eva." It was the clear voice of a young woman.

I lamely extended a twitching leg out of the chamber, setting a dripping foot out on the sterile grey surface of the ship's deck. Without the support of liquid that limb gave away and I collapsed, only to be caught in the capable arms of whoever it was who had ended my sleep. My legs had failed me, temporarily weakened from the weeks spent on ice.

"Whoa, easy there. You're very weak. Take your time," she said as she wrapped a towel around me.

"Have we arrived," I rasped, my voice a hoarse whisper.

"No, there's still a long way to go."

"How long until we reach Anatolia?"

She didn't reply, instead helping to guide my dripping self to a chair by a metal table, where she gently guided me down. My head was swimming. I clutched my towel close.

"Drink this," she said, stabbing a straw through the clear film over the opening of a plastic cup. She pushed it toward me. It was full of orange fluid, and the fog on the inner walls of the glass suggested it was hot.

I took a sip. The drink was delicious, nourishing and warming. I could tell it was packed with all the vitamins and stimulating chemicals I needed to recover from my sleep. Between gulps I repeated myself, my voice gaining clarity after draws of the hot beverage. "How long until Anatolia?"

"We aren't going to Anatolia," she said. I could hear the machine-like whirr and clunk of her closing my stasis chamber. "There is no such place."

"What... What do you mean?" I opened my eyes enough to blurrily look upon her as she seated herself beside me. From what I could make out she wore some sort of grey suit, and her skin was tanned while her hair was soft golden-blonde curls which she wore back in a ponytail.

"'Anatolia' is just a human name for our destination, based on a popular romanticization of ancient Anatolia having been a 'land of the goddesses'. Our home has a different name."

Her words suggested she was like myself. At that prospect I tried to fully open my eyes and focus my sight on her, but I wasn't yet up to the challenge.

"Take it slowly Eva. Recovering from stasis is never easy. Just finish your recovery drink, then we'll take you to your warm, cozy quarters."

***

It was a small room with a ceiling a few inches above my head. There was a single sized bed with a soft, metallic looking comforter which I'd immediately wrapped around myself. Across from the bed was a desk and chair, and there was a steel locker for storage. Built into the desk was a screen, where I could probably access some sort of computer. It was a very spartan living arrangement.

In my warm cocoon I sipped the last of my recovery drink. I could feel the strength returning to my body, the heat spreading to my extremities. My vision had cleared.

Hanging off my chair was some sort of grey leotard. It was very small but the metallic looking material, the same as my comforter, suggested it would stretch. I preferred to stay in my blanket, patiently waiting for whoever had ended my cryostasis to return.

If she was a goddess, she would be the first I'd met since 2014. I had questions, so many questions.

I was mentally preparing my first when I glanced at my wrist, wanting to access my Network Chip. It was gone, leaving only the faintest trace where the nubs had once pierced my skin.

Disappointed, I hopped over to the desk and rubbed the screen. It was unresponsive. There weren't any buttons, nor were there any cords or outlets to plug it in. I sighed. I'd only been connected to the Network for two days, but I was already hooked.

Eventually the door to my quarters opened.

"You're looking a lot better now Eva. The recovery drink is a miracle... as is our physiology. The humans usually need the entire day to get over the freeze!"

I took a moment to just take her in, as if I were still feeling slow after stasis. She wore the same metallic grey jumpsuit as I'd seen on my chair, which zipped up the front from crotch to collar. She was, as we all seem to be, slender yet sensually curved. Her chest was round, ample and pert, visibly challenging the material of her outfit. And along her right leg my eyes fell upon her long bulge, shamelessly revealed by the skintight fit. She looked a lot like the Aerotian princesses I'd played with in my interactive adventure the previous night, though her hair was instead sandy blonde and her complexion slightly lighter. She was breathtakingly gorgeous.

"Uh, yes... I'm starting to get my wits back."

"That's good. My name is Valerie," she said, stepping forward to shake my hand. "But everyone just calls me 'Val'".

I reached up to shake that hand, my other arm holding the comforter close to my chest.

For a moment we just stared at each other, both of us feeling equally lost for words. Eventually she cut the awkward silence: "You'll need a meal also... The drink isn't enough for you to fully recover. I'll have that for you in a moment. In the meantime why don't you try on your skinsuit? It's comfier than it looks and you're required to wear it at all times."

"Oh... sure, I'll do that."

She smiled courteously and left. The door automatically shut behind her, closing me off from a glorious view of her swaying silver clad rear. I'd only been up for a few tens of minutes and already I was having naughty thoughts!

I rose slowly, my limbs still feeling a little tight. I picked up the one piece outfit - my 'skinsuit' - and opened the long zipper, then slid my right leg in. Until that point I'd always worn skirts or dresses, so it felt strange to wear something analogous to pants, especially when it enclosed my entire foot with its stretchy material. I slid my other leg in, and my soft shaft swung into place, choosing that leg. The soles of my feet felt secure against the floor, with a rubbery surface providing needed friction. I pulled the skinsuit up and slid my arms into the sleeves, which ended at my wrist. "Hm... so far, so good," I whispered to myself as I glanced skeptically at the long shape of my genitals practically shrink wrapped to my thigh. That look would have never flown back in 2014... but then, neither did spaceships piloted by beautiful goddesses.

Finally, I began to zip myself up. At first the material fit me perfectly, adhering to my skin almost as well as the apparently liquid bra I'd worn as a top on Earth. Yet it seemed to hit its limit at my chest, and though I was able to zip it fully I found I was most comfortable with the zipper left slightly open. That doing so created some sort of bouncy cleavage centrepiece against the metallic sheen of the grey material was a side effect I'd just have to accept.

The moment I let go of the zipper the screen on my desk lit up. It seemed to be activated by my suit! I sat down before it, feeling pleased at how the material slid against the hard plastic chair.

Ship Time: 20:47:05

Touch screen to begin session.

I had my hand hovering over the screen, an extended forefinger slowly descending, when the door to my quarters opened again.

"Dinner's ready. I brought mine as well... do you mind if we eat together?"

I turned to her, feeling self conscious in the skinsuit. Never in my life had I worn tight pants near another person!

"Uhh... sure. That would be fine..."

Other than a brief dart of her eyes to the pale expanse of my revealed cleavage she seemed much less disturbed by my appearance than I did.

"Okay. Thank you. We might as well get acquainted, since we have such a long trip ahead." She placed a tray of food over my computer screen, then sat on my bed with her own. "How do you like the skinsuit? Cozy?"

"It's okay," I said as I looked down at my plate. Again, it was boiled vegetables, wild rice and some sort of chicken breast imitation. Apparently that was some sort of Astro-X specialty. My stomach gurgled, and I realized just how hungry I was. "I'm not used to pants, let alone a tight one piece, but if it's necessary..."

"Oh, it is. The ship's safety systems are tied to it. If we should decompress and you aren't in your skinsuit... well, that'd be big trouble. Plus, as you might have seen, it activates your access to the ship's systems."

I nodded as I slid my fork under the bed of rice.

"If there is a hull breach you're going to want to zip it up fully," she added. "Not that I, *ahem*... mind."

I looked at her for a moment, then back down at my food. Was she being flirtatious? That wasn't at all unwelcome... but I was starved. I let her lead the conversation as I dug in to my meal.

"So you might be wondering what you're doing in outer space with me, instead of waking up at our destination like all the humans will be."

I nodded, my cheeks crammed with chicken-stuff.

"Well... for that I have to... I guess I should apologize? You see, I pilot this ship, alone. And as you may have been informed it's a three month journey. So you can imagine, it gets a little lonely, and I might go a little crazy on my own..."

"Oh it's okay, you don't have to-"

"And furthermore I'd heard that you also have dealt with loneliness. That's just what I heard, mind you," she added with a 'bear with me' swipe of her hand, "so I thought maybe it would be okay if you were my friend for the rest of the trip."

I blinked, taking a moment to process her verbal onslaught. My mind was still a little slow, and she could speak terribly fast. "How... how far into the trip are we?"

Feeling guilty, her cheeks began to redden, and she turned her gaze down to her plate. "Three weeks."

I nodded slowly. So, more than two months had just been placed between me and my arrival at whatever my soon to be home planet was named. But then, seated before me was another goddess, and judging by her glances and perhaps flirtation she might have been a potential partner - potentially all that I'd ever wanted. I didn't feel like there was much to be angry about at all.

"That's okay. I'm not mad. Things have been moving very fast for me lately, so a little down time might be nice." That seemed to relieve her regret. "Hey, wait a second... you've heard about me?"

"Who hasn't? You're Eva Dennis, the fourth daughter of Marla Dennis and Jessica Hunt, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Some people say you're just a myth."

"A... a myth?? Geez, I... I don't even..."

"Well can you blame us? You're the cause of all this," she said with a grand wave of her arm. "You, you, are the cause of all that is good and sacred to our kind! Yet where have you been all this time?"

I nodded again, though more slowly. Tears were beginning to roll down my cheeks. Her words were like an avalanche of implication, of thoughts I'd not yet had time to process. They were tears of joy, but also terror. I dropped my utensils on the tray and sobbed.

"Whoa, wait, okay... okay, hold on a second," she said, pushing her tray aside and getting off the bed to kneel before me. She swiftly put my tray on the desk and grabbed my hands. "It's okay Eva, it's okay... Wow... Do you still need some time to recover from stasis? Or do you just want to go back to sleep?"

"No, I've recovered," I sniffed. "I just... I just hadn't really thought about our world, how it's turned out, not until you... In this ship... you..."

"Eva," she said levelly. "It's been ninety three years. Haven't you had time to think?"

"Not for me. I... I only woke up a few days ago."

She didn't have any response, though she inhaled sharply a moment after the words left my mouth. She rose to her feet, guiding me up also with that tender hold of her hands. She held me in her arms, consoling me during my moment of weakness.

In the embrace of another goddess, in surroundings I'd only just begun to know, I cried and cried and cried.

Chapter 2

When I'd settled down we decided we would finish dinner in her quarters. "It's the most comforting place in the ship," she'd said.

It was definitely different. Walking through the halls of our vessel, almost everything was metallic and monochrome shades of grey-blue. Her room, which was actually quite large, was a real living space, filled with rich warm colours and personality. There was a soft Persian rug on the floor and mementos everywhere. In the middle of it all was a wooden bookshelf.

To me, the most remarkable thing was her window. Beyond the glass was outer space, something days ago I'd have never dreamt I would see. Breathtaken, I silently walked toward the broad panel and stared.

"Yes... space, the stars. Stars we can't even see from our respective planets. It's all out there."

"Amazing."

"This one is actually just a screen. No matter how many times I've made this long trip from A to B and back, I've never not been impressed by the grandeur, the vastness of it all." She rested a hand against the view screen. "The only real window in the ship is in the cockpit. The rest of the hull is sealed off, to preserve the structural integrity." She turned to me, grinning softly: "...So, unless you learn how to fly this thing, you're going to have to visit me for the view."

I smiled at the beautiful pilot, "that's fine with me." The embrace we'd shared in my quarters had had a profound effect on me. I felt comfort in Val's presence, and was easily trusting and opening up to her.

Her desk was a large round table with another computer screen built into the surface. It came to life as she neared it, showing the ship time against a cool blue background. She sat before it in a comfy looking chair. "I'm glad you aren't mad about me ending your stasis early. I was taking a big risk... but I was just so curious. And lonely."

My eyes were drifting over her body, faithfully reproduced curve for curve by her skinsuit as she lounged in that chair. I caught myself just as my lingering glance landed on that tempting mass against her thigh. How could I help myself, when practically every mouth watering detail of it was staring back at me? "Oh, that's fine," I gulped, averting my gaze. "Come to think of it, I probably needed some time to adjust before we arrive. I'd only just started to know how the world had changed before they put me in stasis for this trip."

"Thank you for being so understanding. But we will have to keep this a secret... it's against protocol for me to awaken a passenger, unless the situation requires it."

"I won't tell a soul."

"Good. Wow... that lifts a load of worry off my shoulders." She glanced at her screen. "Well, I'm going to have to make my evening rounds now. Got to make sure all the passengers are still healthy, that all our samples are still in good condition... routine stuff. But I'll be quick, okay? You can stay here if you like."

"I'll be right here."

She smiled warmly. "Good."

Gracefully, her sleek silvered figure slid through the double door back in to the sterile halls of the ship. My heart soon began to ache for her to return.

For a while I just stared at the large screen into the endless space. It was hypnotic, inducing in me an almost meditative state, where I was able to more easily digest all the upheavals I'd experienced during the previous few days.

Feeling more peaceful than before I began to explore Val's quarters. Her bookshelf was full of old books, none of which would have interested me at all. But then, it was 2107 and Val was from a different planet. From her point of view, the out of date encyclopedias and old science journals she was accumulating must have been very fascinating.

I began to wonder about that planet at the end of our journey. I knew so little about it. Perhaps I could find some information in Val's computer console? After all, we weren't on Earth anymore...

I sat at her desk and touched the screen. It came to life, switching from its default clock readout to the same intuitive operating system I'd used in Giancarlo's tablet.

I entered a query into the browser: What information is there on the planet Anatolia?

Anatolia, originally the name of a region in ancient Turkey, is generally believed by the Earthbound populace to be the name given to the goddess homeworld.

Right... I'd forgotten about the fiction of Anatolia which Val had so tactlessly debunked.

What is the name of the goddess homeworld?

The goddess homeworld is named Eva.

"Oh, god dammit." It was hard coping with how important I'd apparently become, yet the hits just kept coming.

Show me the planet Eva.

An image of a world, slowly rotating, filled the screen. Most of its surface was familiarly Earthlike with blue oceans and wisps of white cloud, as well as frozen ice at the two poles. The continents, however, looked quite different. They were mottled brown and maroon instead of the familiar shades of green. 

Looking more closely, I saw that some of the smaller continents did show an Earthly verdancy. I (rightly) supposed that these were the areas which had been sterilized and reseeded with Earth life.

There were three in total. To the mid-north was an island about the size of Madagascar, labelled "Mu". As the globe rolled toward the east another northern continent, this time at a size comparable to Australia, could be seen lying beside a larger maroon shaded main landmass. This second green space was labelled "Lemuria". Further still the third and last green continent came into view in the mid-southern hemisphere. About the size of India, it seemed to be cradled by a string of maroon islands projecting off a larger continent. This one was called "Eva Australis".




Goddesses Pt. 04



I selected Eva Austalis, and was given a closer view of the continent as well as some informative text:

Eva Australis was the first region of Eva to be seeded and settled. The planetary capital, Evita, is located along its northern coast. The culture of Eva Australis is modern and technological, a continuing development on the lifestyle of Eva's original Earthly migrants.

Regarding Lemuria: Opinions were divided on how a goddess society should exist when the planet Eva was originally settled. Many felt that the lifestyle of Eva Australis was improper, as it was based on a civilization created by humans. The people of Lemuria prefer to live as it is believed the ancient goddesses did before their numbers were reduced. The capital of Lemuria is New Aerotia.

And Mu: Mu is a very sparsely populated region. Here, humans who do not wish to live under the rule of goddesses have been offered to create their own society. At the present time only a small colony of such humans exist.

How fascinating. I wondered which life my mother and sisters had chosen. Did they prefer to adhere to the trappings of modern life, or had the charm and mystique of ancient times offer them a new way of living?

Suddenly a pair of slender silver clad arms wrapped around my stomach. I felt a pair of breasts, firmly supported in a skinsuit, press against my back. "All done," Val said. 

Chapter 3

"Wha... uh-huh?" I dumbly stuttered, startled.

"Mm-hmm. God, it's so nice to have another person to speak to, someone who will be there when I'm done my errands."

"Oh, uhm, thanks. You're very nice, too," I said. Though certain boundaries between us were broken after the emotional episode in my quarters, I was still caught well off guard by her sudden advance. Not that I minded...

She pressed her nose between my neck and shoulder and breathed deeply, nuzzling her cheek up to my ear as she went. "Don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at me, Eva. Mmm... but I hope I'm not being too forward."

I shuddered, tingles of excitement running down my spine at her touch, her whispered words affecting me deeply. "N-no... this is fine."

She placed a couple light kisses on my neck. I sighed softly, trailing my finger tips along her forearms.

"I wanted you the moment they wheeled your stasis chamber into the hold."

She'd said enough. I turned in her chair to face her. She was on her knees, level with me. In an instant we were upon each other, her soft, pillowy pink lips so sweet against my own. We both stood, and her arms fell around my shoulders as I held her close, a couple inches taller than she.

Although she had all the time in the universe Val wasn't one to waste any, and as she tilted her head, her tongue hotly sliding against my own, her tightly contained bulge was already rubbing conspicuously against mine. I grabbed two handfuls of her sweet rear and pressed her even closer, and she nudged her loaded thigh against me. God, it was so hot. We were both starting to throb with excitement, our goddess cocks growing and challenging the stretchy material of our skinsuits.

With a sultry purr she dropped an arm down, trailing her touch along the upper extents of my hardening length, easily doubling the rate of my building excitement. Most of me was out of reach, so she got back to her knees. I watched her nuzzle her cheek along the side of my throbbing shaft, occasionally kissing it, her hands caressing the back of my legs as she went. I'd gotten so hard that every vein, every detail of me was plain to see under the skinsuit's taut fabric. 

She leaned lower, releasing a gentle moan of primitive lust as she left a kiss on the hardened head of my cock, which was by then shrink-wrapped to the side of my knee. I reached to my chest, beginning to lower the already partially opened zipper of my skinsuit. 

Val again rose to her feet, and as the zipper slowly descended she slid a hand in between my warm skin and the silvery material to caress the side of one of my round, oversized breasts. She was giving my lips soft, short kisses as she patiently awaited my unveiling. When the zipper reached the end of its travel, just above the beginning of my shaft, she lovingly pushed the skinsuit off of my shoulders and guided the sleeves down my arms with the gentle touch of her hands. I arched my back up to her, offering her wide eyes something to behold. 

The upper half fell off of me and hung from my waist. She stepped in close, enclosing my nipples beneath the palms of her hands as her fingers dug in to my firm abundance. Our lips joined again, and we kissed deeply and at length as she indulgently lifted and squeezed my breasts.

She whispered against my lips: "god, you are so beautiful Eva. I'll do anything..."

I was biting down on my bottom lip hotly, my breaths as feverishly excited as hers. Instead of a reply I started to push my skinsuit off of my hips, pulling it lower. She gulped, stepping back to watch.

It was halfway down my thighs when I sat back down in her chair. She followed step with me, getting to her knees. She placed her hands over mine, and together we slowly continued to draw the the silvery material along my long legs. Her gaze was fixed upon the gradual reveal of my arousal, fully hardened and huge. When the pink of the head came in to view she licked her lips. As we passed my knees it shot up stiffly, bobbing before her face. She moaned weakly as she roughly pulled the suit down to my ankles, then took me in her hands.

"Ohhhhh, oh god Val..." 

The end of my cock was buried in her mouth, her pillowy lips smacking against its crown. Her hands were lightly trailing up and down, barely touching to teasingly offer stimulation without any satisfying pressure. The sight of her working my sixteen inches was breathtakingly hot, and I was almost painfully aroused.

She ran a hand all the way down to meet my hips, then drew me out of her mouth, leaving me swaying before her as she swallowed a mouthful of precum. Licking her lips, she brought that hand back up again to work the persisting slippery flow onto the surface of my shaft with broad, fluid pivots of her elbow. The motion had her beautiful bosom jostling back and forth in her skinsuit as I moaned and writhed, the flow growing more pronounced. Soon I was coated with a glistening layer, and her second hand joined the first to smoothly glide up and down.

"What an exceptional cock, Eva. God, it's so long, so beautiful... I want it bad." She palmed the head of my cock, bowing down slowly to draw her lips along my length, all the way to the base, where she hoisted my heavy balls up and gently ran her tongue over them. I shuddered as a jolt of precum erupted out, deflected by the palm of her hand, momentarily showering us with sweet hot fluid. "Ooh... wow!"

"Mmmh! Now... let me see yours," I replied. 

She smirked as she backed away from my gleaming erection to give me a provocative stare. She licked my slick pre off the palm of her hand and unzipped her skinsuit quickly, revealing the light tan of her skin from collar to crotch, the round cleavage of her tightly packed breasts suddenly tantalizing as it quivered into view. Grabbing her suit where it met her neck, she quickly rose to her feet, pulling it all down as she went... practically erupting out of her silvered covering. It hung off of her hips, and I could see the beginning of her shaft while the majority was still sealed in along one of her lovely legs.

She stepped forward, pushing the long hard mass along her thigh toward my face. It was so hot, the way she was ready and raring to go yet still restrained. I leaned forward, passing a hand behind her knee to to pull her close, letting it rest against my cheek. I could feel her heat and the beat of her heart. I trailed a finger down along her length, counting the inches... fourteen. "Mmmh god..." 

"I'd have never thought Eva Dennis would like me. Not until I saw the places your eyes go when a goddess stands before you..."

I looked up at her, my eyes hungry. "Well how can I help it when you look so hot in your skinsuit?"

She chuckled, then took the hand I had behind her knee and guided me up to her. She led me to her bed, walking stiffly in her state of constraint. From behind I could just make out the sides of her breasts, which jiggled maddeningly with each step. She glanced back at my nude self, giving a tiny giggle as she watched me hold my wet, heavy length steady, preventing it from swinging about wildly in its immense state.

"Now it's your turn," she said. She plopped down on her big bed, her breasts bouncing against her chest upon contact. She started to slide her skinsuit down her legs, so I got to my knees, awaiting my turn to behold the big reveal.

The end of her straight, beautiful cock was waving around near her chin as she leaned forward to peel the last of her skinsuit off her feet. She then sat back, her posture perfect, her body gorgeous and feminine despite what she was sporting. "Go ahead... I know you wanna."

I slid a hand down smoothly, gently, feeling the size of a goddess, the texture of her taut engorged skin. The fat pink head was inches from my lips, making my mouth water. I kissed it softly, letting my tongue wander out for a little taste. The molten heat of her arousal begged for more direct attention, and I couldn't help but plunge her into my mouth as my soft touch became a possessive grip.

I caressed her up and down, sucking and tonguing, moaning out my lust. She cooed her appreciation for me, her feet involuntarily retracting as I continued. As always, persistence paid off as the milk of her arousal began to flow into my mouth. Her taste was unlike mine and Diana's, an erotic vanilla-like flavour that slid across my tongue like velvet. I loved it.

"Yes," I gasped, finally sparing a moment of my attentions to speak. "I can't believe this is happening..."

"Oooh, and you're so good at it too." Her creamy flow was dribbling down onto my thumb, so with a twist of my wrist and a couple thorough strokes I worked it all over her length, getting her slick. I then pumped my hands up and down, making her groan and throb.

She leaned forward until our noses almost touched, her lips parting beside my own where they were sealed against the end of her long member. I accepted them, trading hot hardness for the softness of a kiss as my hands slid down to the base of her shaft, which swayed and bumped against my cheek.

Our mouths separated and she shuffled backwards to the middle of the bed, where she laid on her side with the elegant structure of her back to me. She reached into a drawer in her beside table, taking out some sort of shiny envelope. I followed her, laying against her from behind, being the big spoon. Her bushy bunch of blonde curls tickled my cheek. As I wrapped my arms around her she whispered, "put it in me Eva."

I blinked, hesitating at the thought. The end of my raging erection was practically touching her shoulder blades as it throbbed against her spine... and she wanted it in her? "Are.. are you sure?" 

She was tearing open that envelope, and lo, out fell a huge condom, not unlike the type I'd once used during one of my webcam shows. "God yes. Put your huge dick in me!"

"I've never done that before. Won't it hurt you?"

"Mmmm," she purred hotly, "maybe a little. Come on..."

"Is that condom for you, or for me?"

She giggled. "Silly... it's for me."

I shifted down the mattress, gaining the distance I'd need, my drooling cock leaving a thin trail of pre as I went. As she lay on her side I was admiring the curve of her narrow waist and feminine hips, as well as the little gap between her slender upper thighs where I could see just a hint of her sac. Her arms were moving slowly as she unrolled the condom onto her cock.

Butting the end of myself up against her rear, parting her cheeks, the fat head dwarfed her little hole. "Mmmh," she again purred. Her arms were moving faster; the condom was on, and she was teasing herself. I gave myself a couple rubs of my own, coaxing out more pre to lubricate her exit, being very thorough, only stopping when her bottom was so well covered that it dripped from her cheek onto the bed sheets.

I pushed my hips forward. She inhaled sharply, but knew well enough not to tense up. There was a lot of resistance, so much that my shaft began to curve and bow, but eventually the head of my cock popped inside. She moaned and hissed out loud, pulling her legs toward her chest. "Ooh... gently."

"I... I'll try." I started to feed more of myself in. She clenched the bedsheets in her fists, gritting her teeth as her body strangled my girth. The more I sank into her warmth, the better it felt. 

She eventually reached back, resting her hand on my thigh - she wouldn't take any more. I must have been ten inches into her, which was more than enough to please me. I took that hand, weaving my fingers through hers, and withdrew, only to sink myself in again to the same depth. "Oooh god! Your cock... oh, amazing."

"Mmh... can't believe I'm doing this," I replied. Indeed, I had once only dreamt that another beautiful, immortal, immensely endowed creature such as myself would share that level of intimacy with me. Her body was offering less resistance, and I was sliding more smoothly in and out of her. It felt divine. 

She pulled her hand free of mine, choosing to run it up and down her turgid, latex bound length. I smoothed a hand along the sloping curve of her side, keeping my movements moderate, taking it slow. She dipped her head down, and with a muffled purr busied her mouth with something unseen. Curious, I craned my neck over to glimpse the end of her impressive cock deep in her mouth as her hands pumped up and down. It was unbelievably hot, the sight making my balls ache with need. A fiery, undeniable urge to rut began to build in me.

I thrusted faster, forgetting my gentleness, caring more for the pleasure of penetration. She moaned gratefully. 

That blissful, sweaty pace carried on for a while, but it would have to end eventually, for the pressure was building within me and it wasn't going to be long until I'd unload into my beautiful new friend.

I wasn't just gaining speed, for in the heat of the moment the depth of my thrusts had increased. An entire foot of my cock was surging in and out of her, eliciting her muffled moans of delight every time I reached the end of a stroke. She soon pulled her latex bound cock free of her mouth, her poise tense as she pointed it away from us and frantically pumped. She was about to cum!

It was now or never! I gave her my everything, mechanically thrusting and withdrawing my huge rock hardness. I was almost there, almost ready to let go. She released an ecstatic wail, still fitfully stroking. If I could see over her shoulder, I'd have seen her condom filling, burst after burst of creamy ambrosia inflating the reservoir like an obscene water balloon.

"Oh god, oh god... ahhh!" I sank myself deep, spasming inside of Val as I released my load. My muscles tense, I jerkily gave her two more thrusts, the act of doing so splattering the displaced stuff onto my thighs. Gasping in ecstasy, I slid myself home once more and held myself there as I came and came, so hard that my vision was turning to fuzz. 

"Oh fuck Eva, yes! Fill me, I'm yours!"

"Ohmygod, ohhh..."

***

When the intense moments of passion passed I wrapped my arms around her, wanting to be close. We were separated by the couple inches I still had unburied, but I was slowly softening. Once I could, I pulled myself up against her, joining my cum soaked hips to her equally drenched rear. She placed her forearms over mine, and we savoured the intimacy of each others presence.

"That was amazing. I don't think I've ever felt that much pleasure," I said.

"I know. Breaking you out of stasis couldn't have turned out better..."

I chuckled. She started to roll up her condom, withdrawing it from her long, softening cock. I peered over her shoulder, curious to see her expertly tie it up into a neat, mess free package.

"You're good at that," I said.

"I'd have to be, considering how much time I've spent alone on this ship. Don't want to get my cum everywhere when I get lonely. But now that you're here..."

"Well, I think you should keep using them. It's hot seeing how much you can fill them. Besides, I'm not going to be your maid!"

She giggled at that. "We'll do whatever hot things you want with my cum, okay?"

I smiled. "Okay."

She shifted her hips, and my slippery semi-erection slid out of her, bringing plenty of my seed with it. She turned around to face me. She was flustered, glowing bright after what we'd shared... as I must have also been. We indulged in a slow, passionate kiss.

"So Val, now that we've gotten our sexual tension out of the way, tell me about yourself."

"Okay," she said. She felt wonderful in my arms. "My full name is Valerie Zechmari. I was born on Eva, in fact I'm from the first generation of goddesses to be born away from Earth. As you know, I'm a pilot for Astro-X, running one of the shuttles between the two worlds."

"Are you... Aerotian?" I asked. I barely even knew what an Aerotian was, but she had the same athletic build and curly consistency of hair as the two goddesses from my simulation, though she was slightly lighter skinned and sandy blonde.

"Yes," she said. "Good eye... my mother was an Aerotian goddess, while my human mother was from an Earth region called 'The Netherlands'. Of course, nowadays both of those places are underwater."

"So why did you choose to fly this ship?"

"There's a number of reasons. I'm fascinated by Earth, for one thing. So with this job I get to spend a little time there, and see what the home world is all about. But also, it's nice to be away from the other goddesses."

I traced a finger down the sweat moistened crevasse between her breasts, "really? Why?"

"Ah, I think you already know. I'm not like them."

"You're... like me?"

She nodded, smiling. "Apparently, we have the same funny brains."

I was elated. "That's... that's amazing. I never thought I'd ever..." I didn't have any words, but seeing we wore the same euphoric grins at that realization we shared another kiss.

There was a moment of silence, which she choose to break by returning to the topic of her as a pilot: 

"It's a high-tech job, which is odd when you consider that I'm from Lemuria."

"I read a little about Lemuria, as well as the other countries..."

"They're subcontinents," she corrected. "Mu, Lemuria and Eva Australis."

"So what is Lemuria like?"

"It's... primitive. But not in a bad way. It's kind of like, a paradise, actually. People farm, they trade, they take up crafts. Certain goddesses hold places of leadership, and certain lucky humans become goddesses. There's electricity only where it's necessary, like for communication or to travel."

"That sounds very different from what I've known on Earth."

"It's totally different. But it's based on the way historians think we lived a long time ago. There is a lot of emphasis on the antiquities, like all the architecture is marble columns and other ancient looking stuff. You should see the capital, it's like a fantasy kingdom."

"I can't wait."

She smiled. "If it's to show you how your namesake planet is developing, neither can I. But keep in mind, everything is very new. There aren't a lot of people yet."

"Of course. Do any of my family live in Lemuria?"

"Ah, not that I know of. I believe the Dennis dynasty all live in Evita. That's the capital of Eva Australis."

"Which is... modern?"

"Yeah. We arrived with the technology of the 2050s, but now Eva Australis is a kind of modern unlike anything on Earth. The technology and science went in a different direction than it has where you came from. But again, everything is still very new and small. Right now everyone in Eva Australis basically lives in the metropolis of Evita."




Goddesses Pt. 04



"That sounds very interesting."

"It's where we'll be first. Astro-X's compound is close to Evita. So you will probably have a chance to be reunited with all your relatives, who have no idea that you're coming home to them. God, no one but me even knows that you're still alive... it's hard to fathom."

"If you think that's hard, try waking up to find out you put goddesses in space and have a planet named after you."

She nodded. "That does sound like a tough pill to swallow. It's so strange to talk about this with you. The legendary, mythical Eva Dennis, in the flesh and preserved as she was only days after she set the destiny of our race."

"Well, right now we're in my cum. Why don't we change these bed sheets?"

She chuckled, "right, okay. Do you want to sleep here tonight?"

"Of course!"

Chapter 4

It was my second day awake in space and Val was busy in some distant part of the ship. I was wearing my skinsuit, wandering down the grey and blue hallways of the vessel to get a feel for its layout. I found that the floor gently arched upwards at both ends of one axis of direction, leading me to presume that the interior of the ship was built on the inside of a cylinder. Following the main hallway along that curve I would eventually find myself where I began, having walked the circle of the ship's circumference. Secondary hallways ran perpendicularly to it and were completely straight as well as quite long, as they travelled the length of the cylindrical interior.

The ship was really just a sort of stellar barge, moving frozen humans, equipment and biological material between the planets. Staying within areas I was comfortable to explore I didn't find many interesting things to see, so after a few minutes I returned to Val's quarters. There I could see the stars and be comfortable.

I was beginning to think about lunch when I heard Val's voice from the computer panel in her table: "Eva, come to the cargo airlock. I want show you something. Just go to the main hall and follow the red stripe on the wall."

"Hmmm..."

Following that red stripe led me down one of the long secondary hallways. At the distant extremity of the hall I could see Val in her silver skinsuit, waiting for me with her hands on her hips. 

"Hey Eva," she called, "I thought you might get a kick out of this!" When I closed the distance between us I saw that we stood in front of a large, heavy door. She opened a box on the wall and tapped a red button. The door slid open, revealing a metallic surface which was rushing past at a dizzying rate.

"It's... turning?" I said.

"Well, relative to us it is, but actually, we are. The area behind the door is stationary, while the part of the ship we're in is rotating around an axis. The force of its rotation is what simulates our gravity."

"Ah," I said. "That explains the layout... That's very interesting."

"It gets better," she said. She began to unzip her skinsuit. "Get ready to jump...!"

"Uh...?" Suddenly a gap opened up where the moving wall had been, revealing a vast, circular chamber. Sterile white light lit its metallic walls. The entire thing was turning.

She jumped in and quickly whisked out of view. I swallowed my fear and did the same.

We were floating! There was no centripetal force holding us down; we were suspended in the open air of the vast cargo airlock. My stomach twisted, confused by the sudden loss of gravity. "Ohh... oh my fucking... shiiiit!" Looking back, we'd jumped through an entrance in the wall which once every rotation met with the doorway she had initially opened.

She was some distance away. I watched her gently kick off a far surface and float towards me, her skinsuit removed from the waist up. 

Looking down, I had to fight a wave of nausea at the sight of my feet hovering above the vertiginous open space. She was tossing her discarded skinsuit aside as she floated closer, her sandy blonde ponytail trailing behind her like the tail of a comet. Smiling playfully, she caught me in her arms, her breasts weightlessly bouncing against her chest as we collided.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Ahh, oh my god," I whimpered. I clung to her for security. "I was not prepared for this..."

She kissed my lips softly, "you'll get used to it soon. We can have a lot of fun in zero-G."

With her naked against me, I was starting feel like I might agree. Still holding her tight, I returned her kiss with one of my own, injecting some tongue into the embrace. The heat between us was rising steadily.

"Mmmm, babe... I knew you'd like it in here," she said. Already the soft lump at my thigh was elongating into something which tightened the skinsuit around my leg. She unzipped me and reached inside, pulling my heavy serpent out before it became too stiff to remove. 

Her touch and the feel of the material sliding against the sensitive head had me sighing and biting down on my bottom lip. "You're making it easy to like," I replied, though my voice still trembled at the sensation of us floating. 

She kissed me again, slowly running her hand up and down my shaft. As our tongues tangled I filled one of my hands with hers, feeling her semi hardness as with the other I grasped one of her lush breasts.

I could feel her lips curving into a smile... She giggled softly as we grew in each others hands, our aroused appendages beginning to tower up into the space between our bodies, hers huge and mine even huger. The slightest movement had them rubbing against each other, stiff and hot, occasionally jabbing at each others breast. I found myself also starting to giggle, the sound developing into a lusty purr.

She spread my unzipped skinsuit and my breasts tumbled out into the open air. Without gravity they floated in front of me, independently swaying with our movement. "Mmmh..." She filled her hands with them, and the depth of our kiss was renewed as her tongue swam deep into my mouth.

"So... we're going to do it in free fall?"

She nodded, grinning with a youthful exuberance.

"Oh my... you might have to take the lead," I said.

"Alright, beautiful." 

With a precise twist of her arms she rotated me clockwise, turning me 180 degrees. She then started to climb up my body, moving away from my legs. I could see where she was going with the change of position as her hips floated past my face, our bodies sliding apart lengthwise until our huge goddess endowments were pointing down at each other from above. She backed away the necessary distance as she tilted mine forward. We were going to sixty-nine, in zero gravity.

"Oh my god, yes," I sighed. Looking down, she was smiling as she delicately stroked me and guided me to her mouth. I did the same, enveloping the head of her immense shaft with my heat. I didn't hold back, working my hands up and down with a purpose as I hungrily sucked. I couldn't help myself... her perfect Aerotian cock drove me wild with lust.

She was doing a wonderful job herself, her skilled strokes and the lashes of her tongue offering sweet stimulation to my every throbbing inch. I'd forgotten my feelings of disorientation, lost in the long moments of bliss as our heads bobbed, our arms pumped.

The rhythmic motions stirred up a force which soon had us slowly spinning through the air, the cargo hold's cold scenery revolving behind us. We were veering toward a wall, and just as we were about to collide with it she grabbed my hips and kicked off, sending us away in the other direction. 

It wasn't going to be much longer until I'd have to surrender my load to her, and I wondered what she would do when I inevitably came explosively into her mouth. As the tension of climax approached I moaned my deep pleasure, hinting that I was on the verge. As if in response she took her efforts up a notch, urging me on. She wanted it. I wanted hers too, and with some difficulty under those hot conditions I gave her my all, taking her as deep into my throat as I could while my hands continually milked her awesome fourteen inches. My impassioned moans became involuntary as I reached the limit, seeming to teeter right before release. 

I was about to erupt, when again our random trajectory had us meeting one of the walls of the cargo airlock. This time she caught a hold of a support beam, keeping us stationary. In doing so she left me throbbing out in the open, my orgasm painfully postponed. "Oh god, I'm so close!" I moaned.

"Me too," she mumbled as with a swift swipe at the wall she spun herself level with me again. I was beginning to float away, so I also secured myself against the wall. 

"I want you to blast your cum all over me," she said. "Go ahead..."

Without pause I worked my right hand up and down my cock, and she stared down at it in a lustful trance as she began to do the same. It only took a few seconds of our well practised motion to finish the job, and as one we shouted out our ecstasy as our bodies clenched. In near unison our twin torrents of cum splattered onto each other, our hands a blur as we continued to stroke out shot after voluminous shot. I was painting her with waves of it, and the excess blasted off of her divine body into the weightless expanse of the room. She was glazing my breasts and torso, her seed spilling in to the space between my open skinsuit and my ribs. 

When finally the frantic ecstasy of climax had subsided we came crashing into each others arms, kissing madly as we pinned our stiff members between our cream laden bodies. We were immersed in a cloud of globules, ribbons and droplets of hot spunk as we expressed the deep appreciation of our newfound love.

***

"I know you said you aren't going to be my maid, but I'd like a little help getting this cleaned up," Val said. We were standing outside the door to the cargo airlock, our bodies and my skinsuit dripping thick fluid onto the ground. She pulled on a switch in the box which opened the door, "at least we have the vacuum to suck the airlock dry."

"It's all being ejected into space?"

She grinned, "yeah. Cool, huh?"

I trailed a finger along the curve of her breast, scooping up a mixture of ourselves. I tasted it. "That's pretty neat Val."

She chuckled, walking off with a loose, satisfied swagger, her skinsuit balled up in her hand. "After we clean up, let's lunch?"

Chapter 5

Not long after I'd settled in to life on Valerie's ship I started to take up some of her simpler duties. It was a way to avoid my boredom while she was working and generally helped to pass the time until we arrived on Eva. She appreciated it immensely.

It was our sixth week into the journey. I was walking through the biological sample storage, checking off a list on a tablet to confirm that everything was still at a stable temperature and didn't show signs of degradation. There were vials and shallow dishes containing the fertilized eggs of cloned extinct Earth animals, as well as domesticated creatures for companionship and consumption. There were the seeds and cuttings of many kinds of plant, be they wild or cultivated, which were hoped to contribute to the greenery of the inhabited areas of Eva. Everything had to be maintained in its ideal state, or else the samples would corrupt before arrival. Meanwhile Val tackled her more sensitive duties, such as the monitoring of human passengers and of course, directing the ship.

I yawned. The day was almost over... one more block of samples to inspect and I could retire to our quarters, where she was probably already waiting for me. Images of my wonderful girlfriend doing sensual things for me were already surfacing in my mind, making me tingle with anticipation inside my skinsuit.

I raced through the last samples, concluded the inspection log on my tablet, and promptly left for our quarters.

***

I could hear the rush of water when I entered our room. She was showering. I smiled to myself, knowing immediately how I would begin the night's fun.

I unzipped my skinsuit and quickly shrugged it off of my shoulders, then pulled my limbs out of their individual sections. I set it on a nearby cabinet and moved toward the bathroom, paying little mind to the volume of my footsteps over the sound of the water.

Peeking through the doorway, I waited until Val had her back to the shower curtain. As soon as she'd turned away I made my move, swiftly entering the stall. The hot water was pounding down on us as I suddenly wrapped my arms around her lightly tanned body, kissing the curve of her neck as my flaccid member swung into place against her cheeks.

"HOO! Oh god, you scared me babe."

"I got you this time," I murmured. I was already feeling a little excited, and as my hands trailed up the curves of her tight stomach to her breasts it was beginning to physically show. 

"Mmm," she purred, responding to the growing presence at her rear. She tilted her hips back, grinding herself against me, spurring my burgeoning arousal further. It grew lower as it pushed more insistently against her leg, making her hum with excitement.

As I caressed and squeezed one of her full breasts the other hand suddenly dropped low, scooping up her already extending length. I wrapped my fingers around it and felt it fatten against my grasp as I slowly stroked. By then my indulgence had me fully aroused, so I crouched enough for my cock to swing up between her legs.

"Oh god, look at you your big, hard... mmmmh," she purred. She ran her hand up and down my protruding length as she began to grind her rear against its base, her cheeks opening slightly as they dragged across my stiffness. "Fuck, you're such a big stud babe."

She wasn't exactly a runt herself, and I was soon running my hand up and down a gorgeous cock that would dwarf any Earth man's. 

The shower stall was tiny, and for an awkward moment we shifted around, but the dimensions of my fully extended hardon lying between her legs precluded us from changing positions. Val pulled the shower curtains open and jogged out into the bedroom, where she opened her bedside drawer and pulled out two of her condoms. With a playful giggle she sat on the bed, then fixed an inviting stare at me.

I shut off the shower and walked out of the bathroom slowly, rocking my hips seductively with each step, letting the bounce of my hips and heavy swing of shaft do all the talking. She seemed to purr softly, beginning to run a hand up and down her long member. Once I stood before her she leaned forward, licking her lips as she gazed up at me with a playful, hungry smile, so I took another step forward. She opened wide and accepted me.

"Mmmh... Oh yeah," I purred.

She began to stroke my length, her other hand doing the same to her own. We were both incredibly hard, and as I watched her precum dribble onto her fingers she gulped down my own. I could hear the cluck of her throat as she took me down to her tonsils, her long golden curls swinging against her shoulder as her head bobbed away. Over the weeks she'd gotten to know how to please me, and her attentions had my knees beginning to buckle from the effort of remaining standing.

With a wet slurp she pulled me from her mouth and looked up at me, the strokes of her hands beginning to slow. She winked and blew me a kiss, then picked up one of her condoms and tore open its envelope. She put the rolled up latex disc at the crown of my turgid shaft and with the delicate touch of her fingers rolled it down, down, down... covering up almost every inch of my apparently exceptionally long member.

"Oh yes," she purred, before giving my tightly bound cock a final stroke and a kiss to the shuddering tip. "Your dick is so fucking huge, god I love it Eva." Holding her own at the base and bringing her hand up slowly, she gathered a handful of slippery pre. Hers was bobbing stiffly when she removed her hand, a strand of sticky fluid trailing off as she slathered it onto my taut latex. Her touch was divine, leaving me throbbing and thirsting for more. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows as she spread her legs.

I crouched before her, aiming my length past her sac, toward her little exit hole. She bit down on her lip hotly, pinching her nipples as she watched. Her cock was throbbing and bouncing with her excited heart beat. With the tip pressed against her entrance I pushed forward, carefully applying the necessary pressure to squeeze myself inside.

"Haaa... oh, god Eva," she moaned as I entered her. I crawled forward, slowly sinking myself deeper. Her back arched upwards as she writhed in delicious discomfort. I could already feel her adjusting to my girth. I pushed a couple inches deeper, then pulled myself back quickly. Slowly sliding in again, her cock pulsed so hard that a spurt of pre shot out, pasting its delicious fluid all over her chin.

I leaned in close, the tip of her wet member prodding hard into my chest as I licked that dripping pre off. She guided my chin toward her lips, and I accepted them, the act of doing so digging me in even further. She moaned deeply before plunging her tongue into my mouth.

I started to pick up a slow, steady rhythm, savouring the feel of her tight pucker as it strangled my hard shaft. As tongues entwined her hands were busy with the other condom, tearing it out of its package. We didn't like having to clean up messes.

I backed out of the kiss, still slowly rocking my hips in and out of her. With a less delicate touch than she had shown me she wrenched her condom down onto her seething member. The moment she had the latex down to her base I leaned forward, scooping up her long rod and guiding it toward my mouth.

She moaned and writhed with delight as I began to run my hand up and down her shaft, tonguing hungrily, feeling the pent up energy of her want. She was utterly stuffed as I lavished pleasure upon her, both giving and taking the gratifications that only a pair of extremely well endowed goddesses could offer each other.

I groaned, feeling a tightening pressure in my body, a hunger to release. Sensing this, she began to rock her abdomen into my thrusts, adding momentum to the already very deep strokes I was laying into her. With her motions it was becoming difficult to keep the end of her cock against my tongue, so I let it go. Instead I grasped her thighs, giving support to my stabbing passes.

She leaned forward, easily passing the end of her beautiful tool into her mouth, and with quick, firm strokes of her hands she took over where I'd left off. From the severity of her movements I could tell she was going for it, so I strengthened my stance and began to stab into her with a concluding force. 

Val started to gasp, her chest heaving as her hands raced up and down. I gave a final thrust, digging my huge lovemaker into her most critical region, throwing the switch for her climax. "Oh GOD Eva, ahHHH!" her head fell back, her entire body arching skywards as her cock gave a mighty shudder. A thick rope of seed shot out, inflating its latex boundary, followed by another and another...

I held steady, keeping the pressure constant to prolong her rapturous release. The end of her shaft was weighted by the expanding reservoir of seed, pinning it to her chest as it throbbed and continued to eject its sweet load.

No longer able to stand the suspense, I resumed my thrusts. I was so unbelievably hard, so close to the edge. "Oh yes, yes Eva, fuck me, cum for me babe," Val moaned. It didn't take long, and after four or five good passes I wrenched myself loose. Giving a couple quick strokes beneath the head of my cock I was finished, and out poured my seed.

"Mmmm, baby," Val purred. She sat up, her stiff member dumping itself heavily onto her thighs as it dragged its load with it, and held my shaft against her cheek. She could feel every pound of my orgasm. 

"Oooooh god, yes!" I wailed, frantically pumping and milking myself. The condom was quickly filling up and dipping low, the weight of it beginning to settle against her upper back. She looked up at me, her eyes asparkle as she smoothed her hand along my pulsing, burdened length, more out of adulation than to give pleasure.




Goddesses Pt. 04



When I was finally depleted I gave a weak chuckle and collapsed on the bed beside Val, feeling suddenly drained of the will to even stand. As I laid myself down she was already sliding her condom off, tying it up neatly, not letting a drop of her mess out to sully her soft sheets. I plomped my softening member by her thigh, dragging its copious burden with it, and with a soft smile she did the same for me.

Two heavy bags of pearly goddess seed then sat at the foot of our bed as we crawled under the covers, into each others arms. 

Looking back, it seemed like a fantastic way to conclude a day, but for us it was normal. Those were some of the best days of life.

Chapter 6

WARNING. CLASS SEVEN BREACH DETECTED. DEPRESSURIZATION IMMINENT. 

Val bolted upright, "what? WHAT?? Oh god, oh god no..."

WARNING. CLASS SEVEN BREACH DETECTED. DEPRESSURIZATION IMMINENT. 

"Eva, wake up. Get up NOW."

"What... what's going on Val?"

"There's no time," she said as she stumbled out of bed. "Get in your skinsuit right now. Right now, go!"

"I... okay! Okay..."

We tripped and fumbled into our skinsuits in a frantic panic. There was no time to explain, but from the mortal terror in Val's eyes I knew something had gone terribly wrong.

"Go to the stasis hold," she said as she zipped up. "I'll see you there." She began to tap at the computer screen on her desk, her brow furrowed as she scanned for the detected failure.

The stasis hold was at the other end of the ship. I ran a long stretch to the main hallway, where I covered a semi-circle to the opposite curve of the interior. Lights were flashing, conveying a dire warning as the ship continued to voice its message of impending peril. Another run down a hallway took me to my destination.

For a tense moment I waited for Val, amidst the pandemonium of alarms and warning prompts. She finally burst in, a plastic package in her hand which she abruptly tore open. "Come," she said, grabbing my upper arm.

My heart sank into my stomach as we neared the one unoccupied stasis chamber in the hold. 

"Val, please, what's happened?!"

"There's been a leak," she said. She pulled a needle out of the package.

"No! I don't want to go away again..."

She was too quick, injecting the powerful anaesthetic into my arm before I could even react.

"Eva, you're the most precious thing on this ship. I can't let you die! Get in the stasis chamber."

"NO!"

"GET IN," she commanded, grabbing my shoulders and shoving me toward it.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I stepped into the lonesome container, my head already beginning to swim from the drugs. She was very fast, strapping me in and inserting my breather tube in seconds. She shut the chamber tight and pulled a lever, and the cold water poured in.

My vision was growing dark, but I wouldn't tear my gaze away from her as she stood outside the chamber. She put her hand on the glass, her lips moving to form the words 'I love you'. My arm had become so heavy, but I raised it to touch the glass and said the same. 

She bolted away, and I begged to fate that whatever was happening, whatever would happen to me next, I would see her again.



Goddesses Pt. 05



"Sir I'm going to have to submit a proposal for a tug ship to be sent out... ASAP."

The chief flight coordinator slowly turned in his chair to face the young man. He squinted at his uniform: the grey and orange of the remote scouting division. "Oh? That's going to be tough to squeeze in to this week's schedule, lad. What is it you've found out there that is so important?"

"You may recall the ship disappearance of 2107? The shuttle from Earth which never made it back to Eva."

The coordinator's eyes focused, his posture straightened. "Yes, of course. A bit of a tarnish on our otherwise excellent flight track record. Go on...?"

"We've found it. Or at least something that fits its description... we're ninety percent sure this is it. It's flying well off course but it isn't too far out." The young man held out a tablet, on which a blurry image of the outdated vessel could be seen against the starry backdrop.

The flight coordinator squinted at the image, then looked up at the young man, incredulous. "My god, son. That's... That's definitely one of the old ships. Wow." He wheeled closer to peer down at the image. "By The Eldest..." 

The young man nodded. "The proposal?"

"Submit it. I'll take care of the rest."

"Consider it done, sir."



Chapter 1

"She's coming to."

"Get her air tube out." 

Gloved hands opened my mouth. I coughed as hard plastic scraped my throat, then slowly began to breath on my own. It wasn't the processed air of an Astro-X ship. It was my second time coming out of stasis... or my third, by a looser definition. I knew what to expect. 

"Can you drink?" 

I nodded, and the familiar hot orange fluid of recovery drink was thrust before me. I took a couple deep draws from the straw.

"Are you able to speak?" 

"Ah... yes," I whispered. I sensed a mutual inhaling of breath around me, then whispering. People had gathered to see me awaken. I didn't bother trying to open my eyes, knowing they weren't yet ready to see. 

"That's good. Eva, are you able to get out of the stasis chamber?" 

"...Let's try." 

They unstrapped my head and torso and, weakened, I let the arms of strangers catch me. Barely exerting my own force I stepped out of the chamber and was guided to a stretcher, where I was wrapped in a blanket, laid down and promptly wheeled away. 

*** 

I'd been given a private room where a lone a nurse quietly tended to me. She wouldn't speak, so I resigned myself to just lie and wait for my strength to return. I had so many questions. Where was Val? Was she okay? Where was I, even? 

When finally I seemed to have recovered the nurse quietly slid open a drawer. She took out a folded hospital gown, which she set at the foot of my bed. "Please wear these until you've found clothing. Are you able to receive visitors yet?"

I glanced at the soft teal fabric of the hospital dress. "Ah, sure. I'll take anyone."

She nodded and left. I unwrapped myself from my blanket and slowly set my feet on the cool floor. Cautiously I stood. My legs didn't fail. I slipped into the sterile gown and tied a lace behind my back, pulling it tight against me, then sat back down on the bed to wait.

There was a knock on my door. "Come in."

It slowly opened, and there stood Marla, Angela and Melissa. Their clothes had changed but they of course looked exactly as they had long ago on Earth... youthful, beautiful and perfect. The twins' faces were creasing into looks of joy and sorrow as they ran to me. "Eva! Eva, oh my god, it's true!"

I was held tight in their arms as their hot tears wet my cheeks. "Angela, Melissa..." I looked back to the doorway where Marla stood, a placid smile on her face. "Mom..."

"This is unbelievable! After all these years," Angela gushed. 

Marla gently sat down on a table, still looking very genuinely pleased. "...Welcome back."

"Where have you been," Melissa demanded.

"I... I've been asleep, mostly."

"No doubt, that ship they salvaged is practically ancient!"

I blinked. "It... it is?"

The twins nodded quickly.

My stomach seemed to sink into the bed. "...What do you mean?"

"It left Earth in the twenty-one hundreds. It's been missing for a long time."

"Then what year is it?"

"It's twenty-two-forty-three."

"Oh... oh god, not again...!"

Angela giggled, "yes! But now you're here, on... on your planet!"

"Darling, what do you mean by 'not again'? Is this not the first time you've spent a long time in stasis?"

"No, mom," I said. My directness seemed to surprise her, and indeed, as far as I was concerned we'd seen each other weeks ago, while to her it had been centuries. "I've been doing a lot of sleeping, it seems. Practically since the last time I saw you."

Her brow furrowed, "you've been in stasis for centuries? All this time? How... how is that possible? The technology wasn't available back then."

I tiredly leaned my head on one of my sisters' shoulders, and though they were attentively listening they cooed softly and held me closer. "Let's just say, uhm... that I went for a very long, cold hike up a mountain."

"You just... froze?" Angela said.

"Yeah. And I've only been conscious since then for a couple weeks, at first in what was to me the future of Earth, and then mostly on that ship. Were there any other survivors? The pilot?"

Marla's expression became cautious. "A good few human passengers, as well as some animal cargo, did last the extended stasis."

"And Valerie?"

My mother could tell how much Val meant to me. She turned her gaze to the ground, not having any more good news to convey.

My heart broke. My sisters came crushing in even tighter, and I took some solace in knowing that I at least was amongst family.

***

"So, since you were awake aboard that ship, I take it you've learned a bit about the planet Eva?"

The world of goddesses was utterly mind boggling. I could barely comprehend what the capitol city of Evita had become as I stared out my window in astonishment. "Yes, I've learned a little. But I think things may have changed since then. For one thing I was told the city was brand new, but now I can see that it's had time to grow..."

We were seated inside what I suppose could be described as a car, though to my eyes it was so outlandishly futuristic that my old definition was being stretched to the limit. The vehicle, which was made of jagged pieces of gleaming, coloured metal, was fully automated and hovered above "roads" which zig-zagged through the astonishing, towering citadel. Those roads were not confined to the ground, for above us more such vehicles zoomed towards their destinations over seemingly endless bridges. Inside the seats were arranged in a circle, and at its centre we were gathered around a low console which Marla used to command our travel.

I was still dressed in my hospital gown. Luckily the climate was balmy and pleasant, so I wasn't under clothed. My sisters and mother, meanwhile, were looking fabulous in the fashions of the future.

"Grow it has, darling. It all has. Our world is a bustling, fascinating place... and you and I created it."

I shook my head, deeply moved. "How big is the city now?"

"I think it's about equivalent in size and population to any major North American city from your time. And then there are other settlements sprawled out over the sub continent."

"Okay. And what about the other continent?"

"We don't really talk about it," Angela said.

"Why's that?"

"Because they don't believe in you," Melissa replied with a coy grin.

"Uh... I'm sorry?"

My mother began a lengthy explanation: "What your sister meant is that... well, there's been a rift between us and the Lemurians over the past century. We have differing ideals, and as our populations have grown and cultures have diverged they have begun to covet our position as the original rulers and colonizers of Eva.

"They believe we should live simple lives, as goddesses did before humans dominated Earth. No technology, no economy. And while there's nothing wrong with that they have gone on to think we on the southern continent, a technological society, are therefore traitors to the race. So they challenged us, proposing leadership be moved north, and that the planet should be renamed."

"Well, I wouldn't mind the renaming," I said. "I find it a little weird having the planet named after me."

"It does seem to have been a short sighted move, now that you're with us again. But you have to understand, that by the time our first ships had touched down on this soil you were already a legend to goddesses. It only made sense at the time.

"Under the guidance of The Eldest they wouldn't back down on their stance. Eventually we just cut contact with them. They can call the world whatever they want, but as long as they adhere to their technophobic ways they'll be doing so on their own. It's illegal now to send any travel nexuses their way, and there is no electronic communication between us."

"They went so far as to deny that you've ever existed," Melissa said. "They decided you were propaganda created by the Dennis dynasty, a romantic legend to legitimize our rule of the planet."

"You have to admit, it's a hard argument to fight," Angela added. "Since the day we arrived I could count on one hand the people here who had actually ever even seen you."

"But that's all going to change," Marla said with a delicious smile. "Now that you're with us, there can be all kinds of change."

"We'll start with her clothes," Angela said, eliciting a stifled giggle from her twin.



Chapter 2

In a deep marble hall, north and across the equator, The Eldest solemnly waited for her second. She sat on an ornate cushion, while accordingly regal clothes of creme coloured linen draped loosely off of her ancient yet youthful figure. Her skin was fair and soft, her hair a spectacular explosion of broad black curls which she wore high, displaying the gleaming gold hoops of her earrings. 

At the sound of footsteps she looked up and saw her visitor approach. She nodded to her second and motioned to another cushion in front of her. Genera sat down, dressed in the traditional formal wears of an Aerotian goddess... scant coverings for her chest and loins, held in place by fine chains. Her long black Mediterranean curls, tighter than the Eldest's, were tied back in a bushy ponytail.

"Good day, Genera."

"Good day to you too, Eldest." Genera held her deep blue gaze, showing that she was both confident yet respectful in her presence. At almost two hundred fifty years old she was no child, but then The Eldest's age was measured by the millenia. She was reputed to be the only goddess to remain from the time before the great deluge which had ended their initial rule of Earth. She was older than the civilization they had left behind, and to the Lemurians she was the sole word on what it was to be divine.

"I trust you've been well?"

"The times of late have been tense, but neither I nor my worshippers have yet personally felt their sting."

The Eldest nodded.

"...and I have your appointing me as The Second to thank for that."

"It only makes sense that you, the goddess of Aerotia, should be such. How many generations of Lemurians are lineated from you? More than I would care to count. But unfortunately the rest of our people cannot be so... prioritized.

"Wherever I walk I hear growling stomachs, I see hollow eyes devoid of passion. The contamination robs us of our spirit, and it threatens to rob us also of our lives."

Genera nodded, "this I know too well." Earthly vegetation in Lemuria was being supplanted by native growth. The violet and maroon plants, fatally poisonous to any Earthly biology, was reclaiming the soil at an increasing rate, threatening to starve goddess, human and animal alike. The recent round of harvests had yielded weakened, diseased crops. Food was being rationed. 

To make matters worse there had been no more births. As the soil's microbial makeup slowly turned back to its native state, trace chemicals in Lemurian food were rendering Earthly zygotes unviable.

"This is a matter of survival. Genera, it pains me to admit this, but in our situation, here on an alien planet, there may be some need for technology after all." She dipped her head regretfully, "or else we will starve."

From the dour look on The Eldest's face Genera could see that admitting the fact in just the privacy of her company had already immensely harmed her pride. She chose her words wisely: "Eldest, that is a very bold statement. A kingdom of goddesses has never been a place for machines, but, we must observe that our kingdom lies within the harshest of environments. Our situation may indeed call for some compromises to protect our harvest. I must agree with you..."

"Please, not a word of this to any others."

"I will hold this conversation in confidence."

"Good." The Eldest began to sift the material of her gown through her fingers, "there must be some sort of biological science, some chemical devilry the scientists of Eva Australis have to address this issue. They are always... tinkering."

"There may be, yes." Indeed, talk on the streets often went in that direction: Surely they aren't also starving in the south!

"I have a task for you then. You will find a way to contact Eva Australis and investigate whether they do in fact have a cure for our harvests."

Genera balked a moment, then nodded, trying to hide her displeasure. The Eldest was asking her to do the impossible; there was an ocean between their nations, and the travel and communications infrastructure had long been removed.

The Eldest smiled forgivingly, "yes, I know, I am asking you for a lot. But just think of some way to do it. You have all of my facilities at your disposal."

Genera nodded again, slowly accepting her challenge. "I do know one thing we can try," she said. 

"Oh?"

"We can offer them... Jessica," Genera said with some hesitancy.

The Eldest leaned closer, "I'm sorry? Speak louder."

"Jessica. We can offer her to them."

"Jessica, that reclusive orange haired woman on the outskirts?"

"Yes, she." Just the thought of her, so achingly beautiful and misunderstood, made Genera's heart flutter.

"How can she be of any use to us? She is an embarrassment. I would expect no less than treason from the likes of her!"

During the earliest times on Eva Jessica chose to live in Lemuria, preferring a simple life over the fast pace of modernity to the south. Attitudes toward Eva Australis began to change, and she soon found that with passing time the likelihood of her ever being able to move south to that place dwindled while the story of her life provoked increasing levels of outrage from her fellow citizens. 

She had the audacity to claim not only that the legend of Eva Dennis was true, but that she was her mother.

Genera at least believed her, as she and the fair haired female shared a long history. She knew she was quite sane. In a way, Jessica was not only the mother of Eva, but also of all of the Aerotian goddesses... after all, if it weren't for her Genera never would have risen to her divine potency. 

She was the most misunderstood person in Lemuria. No one knew how much of an influence she had played in the populating of their nation.

"That may be so, but she was sired by Marla. I think the southern queen should still have a soft spot in her heart for her." Lord knows, I still do. "And if her words seem treasonous, they will only help endear her to them for us."

"I was not aware of that relation between she and Marla Dennis. And it is true, they would probably enjoy some of the vile things she says." She took a deep breath. "Very well. Have her do it."

"But even if we do convince her to help us, how are we to contact Eva Australis?"

"I will see to that."

"Very well. Will that be all?"

"Yes. Please hurry. If you need me I will likely be in the archives."

"...The archives?" The archives were a seldom visited place full of Earthly literature. It was of little importance to the Lemurian lifestyle. The Eldest was the last person she would expect to go there.

She chuckled, "yes. It seems we are having to make all sorts of compromises. I have some researching to do, if ever that Jessica should cross the ocean."

Genera nodded, then bowed her head respectfully before she rose from her pillow and left.



Chapter 3

She'd been given a reason to visit Jessica, and for that she wasn't going to waste another moment. That in doing so she was meant to rescue her nation... well, it seemed unlikely that the plan would properly pan out, but to simply be able to spend an evening with the reclusive beauty was reason enough for her to attack the task head on.

She'd returned home to change her clothes, preferring something soft and unintimidating before she would present herself to her. In the end she chose to wrap herself in a pink sarong. It was comfortable, and it was her preferred outfit when she, just a girl, had first met the goddess. Those times on Aerotia were centuries in the past, but neither she nor Jessica would ever forget the innocence and pleasure they'd shared. She turned to her mirror and saw herself dressed as she was at age eighteen in those layers of light gauze, flirtatiously baring the tanned skin of her ample cleavage and shoulders as well as her legs from the mid-thigh down, clinging to her every curve. Jessica wouldn't be able to resist her.

She filled a basket with rare goods, then covered it with a clean rag. It would be her offering, a token of good will. She dared not reveal it to the starving eyes of the village.

She clutched it close to her belly as she left her home, walking the stone lined gravel paths. It was turning evening, and citizens were retiring to their own homes to eat unsatisfying meals. At her back loomed the grand palace of Lemuria, an immense structure made of marble columns and levels, surrounded by statued depictions of goddesses. Her home was one of the little villas clustered around it, separate dwellings for those who held rank but preferred not to live within the royal halls. 

Jessica's home was a long walk from the centre of the city and it would be hours until she reached it. The mood reminded her of how it had been in Aerotia, when she as a young lady would sneak out of the temple to visit her goddess' secret forest abode. Before her the moons were beginning to rise above the treeline, their silvery light spilling out of the gaps between palm leaves. That they were a pair was a reminder that despite the night's similarities to those old days on Earth, the times were very different.

Nevertheless, dressed in her humble and unassuming sarong Genera felt feminine and young. For once she could let herself be caught in the moment and forget that she was responsible for the well being of Lemuria. That night, she would simply be Jessica's worshipper.

When finally she'd arrived the moons were high over head, washing the forested floor with their soft, cool light. After knocking she heard some shuffling, and eventually the door opened a crack. "Who's that?" Jessica whispered.

"It's me." Genera lifted her basket, pulling the rag away so its contents could be seen. "I... brought some gifts, too."

Jessica squinted into the relative dark. At the sight of the fresh bread and untainted vegetables, the smell of preserved meat, her stomach ached.

"I thought maybe you'd like to join me for dinner?"

"Come in," she replied quietly, opening the door.

Genera stepped inside and set her basket down on a table. The house was really just a hut, the humblest of abodes in a secret clearing of the woods. Her bed, her kitchen, her table and belongings were all arranged in sections of the same circular room. The only break in the open space was an Aerotian styled veil which partitioned Jessica's sleeping space off from the rest. The floor was planks of purplish-brown alien wood, worn smooth over the years, and a column of the same material was in the center of the room, holding the thatched ceiling up.




Goddesses Pt. 05



As always, she was humbled by the sight of Jessica. That the past few months had seen her undernourished had done little to damage her beauty. She was radiant with her orangey-gold hair, her pure skin and perfect fairy tale visage. Her figure was still devastatingly hot, the couple pounds she'd lost only making her seem even more dainty and surreal in contrast to her extremely over-abundant chest and hourglass hips. Dressed in a light gown which hung off thin straps at her shoulders, she seemed fragile and was slightly pale. Genera simultaneously wanted to hold her like a delicate flower and rut with her like a wild animal! But first, she would have to eat.

Jessica's gaze was on the dinner table as Genera emptied the basket, setting out a loaf of bread, some sliced meat and cheese, prepared vegetables and a bottle of wine. "So... what's the occasion?" She seemed to fall into a hunger induced trance as Genera tore the loaf of bread into two, then broke out of her reverie, playing it off as nothing as she went to get a pair of glasses and some plates from the kitchen.

"Well, for one thing I haven't seen you for months. That's reason enough to come, isn't it?"

Jessica put the kitchenware on the table and stared tiredly at Genera.

"I also thought you might be hungry... the cost of food has surely exceeded your allowance."

"And...?"

Genera busied herself with the wine bottle, avoiding Jessica's interrogational gaze. Of course if she, the busiest and second most important goddess in Lemuria was visiting her, she wanted something. Jessica was no fool, though she probably suspected Genera had come for something more intimate than a political favour.

She'd have to spill the beans if she were to accomplish anything more than simply feeding her. "And I have a request of you, a request on behalf of The Eldest."

Jessica's expression changed. She hadn't expected that. "Oh..."

"You see, she and I have been discussing-"

"Wait," Jessica said, reaching out to squeeze Genera's arm. The Aerotian blinked, a glimmer of excitement tingling down her spine at the touch. "First, can we eat?"

"Yes... of course Jessica."

They seated themselves at opposite sides of the table. To preserve her ladylike decency Jessica waited until Genera made the first move, but by the moment her fork had touched the plate she had begun to very enthusiastically feed.

Genera couldn't help but chuckle as Jessica took in generous portions of everything. The poor woman had been starving... as had almost all Lemurian people. 

"I'd better not have any more or else I'm going to have a food baby," Jessica giggled. "But you can go ahead and refill my glass..." The colour had begun to return to her cheeks. She could smile again, and she'd become much more amicable and relaxed.

"Take as much as you like... I'll leave the rest here."

"Thank you, Gen. You look really cute in your sarong. Like you did when you were human."

"Well... I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish to look so tonight."

Jessica smiled softly. "So, tell me about this favour The Eldest wants. From me, of all the people..."

"It does seem unlikely that she would call upon you but these are hard times. They call for unorthodox methods.

"It concerns the contamination, how our people suffer as the planet slowly retakes the soil. We don't have any way of stopping this. It seems that by remaining as the ancients did, we've ensured our extinction. Surely this isn't the case south of here, across the ocean."

"They've embraced technology, and have probably made hundreds of years of progress since we cut connections," Jessica said.

"Yes... so they must have found a way to keep their land fit for Earthly growth."

"I think I see where this is going," Jessica said. She rose from her chair and slowly moved toward her sleeping area to get something. Genera sipped her wine, indulging herself to simply watch the reclusive beauty move. Every step had her melon-like chest jostling back and forth to the sway of her hips. The sight made Genera ache with pent up desire.

She returned holding a small framed picture which she kept by her bedside. "It's about her, then," she said, passing the picture to Genera. 

The picture was extremely old. It showed a a young Jessica, probably before her conversion to a goddess, caught in mid-laugh while a woman held her possessively from behind. That woman was pale with black hair, streaked violet like her eyes, and she smiled confidently.

"I didn't know you have this."

"No one does. It's my most precious possession."

"If you'd shown them this surely they'd have believed you."

"Maybe. But why should I have to prove anything? When I say that Marla Dennis sired me, that Eva is real and she is one of our daughters, I shouldn't have to prove it. I'm not a liar, plain and simple... And I wouldn't risk losing this." 

Jessica gently plucked the picture from Genera's hands. She went to return it to its place by her bed, and again Genera's gaze was on her slender yet over stacked figure, her desire increasing. It was maddening how even from behind her glorious chest could be seen vaulting against her ribs with each step.

Turning around, Jessica was startled to find her visitor had risen from her seat and followed her to the bed. From the look in her eyes, the deepness of her breaths, it was plain to see that Genera was fighting the compulsion to simply take her then and there.

She lightly placed her hands on Genera's hips, keeping a distance between them. She spoke slowly, measuring her words: "every time you've come to see me, you've wanted something from me. And you always got it, too."

Genera nodded slowly, her eyes still glazed over with want. "Will I be so fortunate again tonight?" 

The conversation had taken a strange turn; was it the fate of Lemuria or a night's pleasure that they were negotiating? Jessica sighed her resignation, pushing her away as she went to some other corner of her home. Genera stuttered, grabbing weakly at the air behind her as she went. "J-Jessica... please... you will deny us?"

She returned holding a rope in her delicate hands. "No Gen, I'll do it." Pushing firmly against her stomach, she guided Genera back until she was pressed against the central column of her home, her chest bouncing in her sarong upon impact with the stiff wood. "But this time it's happening on my terms."

Jessica roughly bound her hands behind the wooden support, her breasts crushing up against Genera's torso as she did the deed. Already the Aerotian's body was beginning to react, shedding her formal decency as the lower half of her sarong tightened. "Mmmmh...! Yes my goddess, let it be that way then," Genera sighed. 

Jessica stepped back to slowly pull her dress up and off. She stood before Genera in glorious nudity, a pale firey haired idol of perfection and temptation.

"And I promise you," she whispered, as she again stepped close to press herself up against her darker skinned playmate. She softly kissed her, running a hand along the growing length of her desire. "...that it will take all night." 



Chapter 4

"I think I ought to warn you, word is spreading that you're with us. It's going to be tough taking you outside without attracting undue attention," Melissa said. 

She and her twin sister were trying to replace my hospital gown with clothing of their own. We eventually settled on a short black evening gown, which though already meant to flatter was extra small on me. It was the only thing they could offer that looked acceptable on my taller frame, and still it was bringing a little too much attention to my svelte yet very buxom figure.

"Well we can't keep me cooped up in the Dennis compound forever," I said. "I want to see the world of goddesses! My world..."

"Right. You want to meet others, since you've been around humans for all your life. It's still the same old story with you, like it was back on Earth," Angela said as she slipped my arms into a tiny purple and gold jacket. It was too small to zip up in the front, as seemed to be the fashion on Eva. "Well, Marla will probably want to celebrate somehow. I foresee a lavish dinner at Evita's fanciest dining establishment tonight..."

***

Angela had been correct, and once Eva's alien sun had set we rode in that strange hovering vehicle to the bustling glamourous core of the city. The early evening air glowed pinkishly violet, a peculiar quirk of the atmosphere.

"Look! It's them... there she is!" 

Human and what I can only assume were goddesses alike were stopping to watch us get out of the car.

"Oh my god, look!"

"Shit," I whispered.

"Come on, let's get inside," Marla said. A young male attendant pulled open the doors to the restaurant and grandly beckoned. We dashed inside, escaping the fascinated gaze of strangers. 

It was a classy place with red carpets, chandeliers, the works. As soon as we strode out of the reception area into the dining room there was a rush of applause – everyone was standing at their seats, giving us the same amazed adulation we'd found outside.

Marla turned to me, smiling her unguarded glee. She had to speak up over the sustained roar of their clapping. "How about that darling? Word travels fast!"

"Heh, yeah... I guess it does," I simpered, giving a weak wave of my hand to the waiters and patrons, humans and goddesses.

A host approached. "Miss Dennis, girls, it is always a pleasure to have you." He glanced at me, and for a moment he lost his cool. "Ah... Please, right this way..."

We were seated in what I'd gathered to be a private room permanently reserved for Marla and her family and friends. I hadn't asked what sort of role the Dennis clan played on the new planet, but it was becoming more and more apparent that we were very important. We were therefore entitled to certain privileges, which I was very much appreciating as we prepared to dine away from the prying eyes of the main dining hall.

A few minutes into our seating a waiter brought a couple colourful amuse-bouches. The flavour of the little morsels was strange and hard to describe... not at all bad per se, but I could definitely tell I was eating something grown in alien soil. As he was about to leave our room a pair of young women sauntered in, dressed in elegant evening gowns that trailed to their ankles. With just one glance I could tell they were goddesses.

"Hey guys," one of them said. She and her companion certainly held no qualms against inviting themselves into the Dennis family's private dining room.

"Oh hey. Eva, these are our friends Shelley and Donna," Angela said. "We've known them for a very long time."

"We're practically family," Shelley added. She was a strikingly beautiful goddess of caucasian heritage, as evidenced by her deep green eyes, voluminously wavy sandy blonde hair and pale perfect skin. Her lips were painted a shade of hot red which vied to compete with the temperature of her alluring figure, which was plainly displayed from the statuesque curve of her neck, as revealed by her high hairstyle, to the slender feminine thrust of her hips in that dress. "Though I don't think I've met you, and you actually are a member of the family..."

"So, you really are the mythical Eva, who disappeared two centuries ago," said the other. It was more of a comment than a question. Donna was a little shorter than Shelley but just as ravishingly beautiful, a perfectly harmonious blend of European and Asian ancestries. It was as if only the finest traits of each had been melded together into one exotic vision of perfection. To look upon her sensual elegance was hypnotic and delightful in a way only the seed of goddesses could make possible.

"Yes, that's me," I said hoarsely, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I sheepishly took a sip of my water as I watched her eyes begin to light with amazement. Seeing how she'd been affected, I too felt some bubbling tumult of hopeful euphoria in my gut.

It was my first time in the presence of true female goddesses, human women who had been converted to our species. I'd have never expected myself to be so affected by them, but at that moment I couldn't take my eyes off of either of them.

"Donna and Shelley came here from Earth with us, a long time ago. They are, and I apologize if the term doesn't flatter you darlings... seniors of our society," Marla explained.

Shelley nodded and flashed me a disarming smile, while Donna took a seat beside one of my sisters. 

"They are part of the arts committee," Marla continued. "Shelley does music, while Donna is in charge of the visual arts."

"Oh, I see," I said. "Well I'm honoured to be in the presence of Eva's high society."

"Your high society?" Donna said with a smirk.

"Uh, well, I meant..."

"I don't recall it being fashionable on Earth to refer to yourself in third person," Shelley said, her eyes glinting with humour.

There was a round of giggles at the dinner table. I blushed. The two classy females had a penchant for teasing...



Chapter 5

"Mmm... I made you into such a powerful goddess," Jessica purred. As she whispered into Genera's ear she was leaning against her hip, slowly stroking an open hand along her arousal. She licked her lips, her eyes transfixed upon it. "But I never get enough time to play with you. You're always so busy... you just come and go, leaving me wanting. 

"It's almost too big, you know. Ever since I changed you, you leave me sore." She paused, still slowly, thoughtfully stroking. "...Yet I love it. The pain would be worth it if you would just stay long enough for me to have my fun..."

For hours Genera had been tied to that pole, stripped nude and defenceless against Jessica's teasing. For hours she'd been kept painfully hard, her cock aching to release the tension as it jutted out, throbbing at its full immense length. She was covered in sweat. Precum was pooled around her feet, and as it continued to still slowly dribble out Jessica massaged the slippery fluid onto her tense shaft. "Please Jessica... release me. It hurts..."

"Not yet," Jessica whispered with a devilish smile. "Not unless you don't want me to speak with Marla. If I help you, you'll first have to comply," she kissed Genera's lips, "with my wishes..."

"Y-yes," she stammered.

Jessica stepped in front of her, positioning herself at a sufficient distance to stand before the swollen tip of Genera's aching length. She smoothed her hands along the surfaces of her tremendous breasts, repeatedly hoisting them off of her lean torso and letting their roundness slide against her grip before they came back down, bouncing with gravity defying vitality. Genera groaned, her cock shuddering as the pain of her intense want increased.

Jessica turned, still sloshing her immense beauties around, the sides of them visible from behind as her slender arms crushed them to her chest. She swayed her hips seductively, assuming a sensual dance of gyrating hips as she slowly stepped backwards into Genera. With a tilt of her wasp-like waist she pushed that slippery rod up, and as she continued to back up it slid against the crack of her behind, being swept further and further skyward.

She let her blessed burdens fall back onto her chest, reaching behind to hold herself tight against Genera, who shifted herself lower to keep the bottom side of her turgid shaft against Jessica's crack. The motions of her hips had her cheeks grasping and stroking her heated excitement. Genera couldn't help but rock her own back, desperate to make those same movements on her own terms, with her hands free. "Oooh babe," Jessica purred. "You need me right now, don't you?"

"Oh god yes," Genera breathed. Like a pot boiling over, the friction of their contact had her precum bubbling out onto Jessica' back.

"You know you're just making it worse by pushing back..."

"I... I know."

Jessica chuckled softly as she turned to face her. She stepped in close, wrapping her arms around Genera's neck to kiss her deeply, immediately plunging her tongue into her mouth. That extremely engorged tool lay throbbing between their trim bodies, spanning the distance from crotch to chest, raring for action. With an impassioned moan Genera returned the kiss, her breaths short and fevered. 

Slowly backing out of that kiss, Jessica giggled at the agonized look on Genera's face. Glancing down at her want, she continued to flaunt her amusement as with a parting wink she sashayed over to the kitchen table, making a hot display of herself as she went. Genera winced as her sudden departure had the weight of her heavy rod come falling back into its home position, stiffly perpendicular to her tanned body. 

Jessica took a stool and set it in front of Genera. Getting to her knees behind it, she could comfortably rest her elbows on it as she slowly leaned herself forward, her pouty lips just a fraction of an inch away from the object of her desire. Genera dared not push herself closer, wishing to delay the torment Jessica promised to provide. Jessica's lips parted, and the tip of her tongue came out to meet her heat.

She took just a little bit in her mouth, teasing the very tip of that fifteen and a half inch member with little flicks of her tongue. It was so hard it felt like it could explode. Genera sighed, her legs crossing at the sensation. "Hmmm... Jessica, please..."

The strawberry blonde goddess leaned closer, pushing her deeper into her mouth. She wouldn't use her hands, choosing to prolong the agony by only attending to that sensitive head. Hot velvety precum was running against her tongue. She gulped it down, savouring the taste.

Finally after many tense moments she reached up with a single hand and began to slowly stroke. It was enough to milk a powerful throb from Genera, who wailed out in frustration as a burst of precum rocketed out of her. Jessica let her go, backing up as she covered her mouth with a little giggle. Her cheeks were puffed out to hold the volume of that outburst.

Always ladylike, she swallowed it slowly as she continued to gently slide her hand along that immense, obscene column of flesh. She licked her lips, in a lustful trance for the Aerotian goddess' studly tool.

After many more agonizing moments of stroking, of licking and kissing, she got to her feet, only to kneel on top of that chair. In doing so she was at just the right height to lay Genera's cock against her chest. Her playmate wimpered, squirming for an escape at the maddening sight of how she intended to tease her next. One of Jessica's arms was just enough to hug those high enormous burdens tight around Genera's girth. She dipped her head down and once again took the fat tip in her mouth while her spare hand stroked the base inches in front of her stomach.

"Oh god Jessica... unnngh!" Like a preemptive miniature orgasm, a chain of mighty tremors had two copious gobs of precum launching into her mouth, and if one spurt was enough to fill it two was enough to have the excess overflowing onto her spellbinding bosom. Jessica sighed a high tone of outright lust, unable to help herself from stroking faster and lavishing more love onto that spurting head.

Once the slippery fluid had trickled into her cleavage she moved her hands to the sides of her breasts, commencing the inevitable tit-fucking. Genera groaned and writhed, going mad at the aching pleasure.

When Jessica finally stopped Genera was nearly in tears, and her loins were stricken from the accumulating hours without satisfaction. The sun was beginning to rise, soft rays of orange light falling upon the floor through the window.

"I'm ready now," Jessica said.

"Oh god, oh god... please release me, please!"

With a gentle giggle Jessica got up and slowly stalked off to her bed. From there she was visible only as a silhouette behind the enclosing veil: a slender long haired woman on all fours, her awe inspiring breasts filling the space between her upper arms. In the warm morning glow it was a surreal scene. "Release you? Don't be silly. Come and get me..."




Goddesses Pt. 05



"You must release me first! I'm begging you!"

Jessica giggled again. "Gen. I untied your ropes long ago."

"You... huh?" She tugged, and though the ropes were still wrapped tight around her wrists they began to give. The knot had been undone, and it was merely the friction of their numerous wraps that had held her within the illusion of captivity. 

With a vengeful snarl Genera pulled hard, and her bonds gave away. Finally! As if guided by the explosive pent up hunger in her cock, she stalked forward. It swayed heavily with each step, dominating her movements, her precum beginning to run with her intense excitement.

Coming round the corner, she shuddered at the sight of Jessica, whose delicate fingers were spreading her slit open as she kneeled. She was every bit as ready as Genera was. "Fuck me Gen..."

There was no time for words. Releasing her animal hunger, Genera pounced on the bed and drove herself home into Jessica's heavenly depths.



Chapter 6

The meal itself took a long time. We were presented a seemingly endless array of courses, tiny gourmet morsels which for the most part were completely unidentifiable to my old fashioned tastes.

When we were finally done it was almost midnight. Out on the streets of Evita twin moons floated overhead. I was intrigued by the alien sight, a stark reminder that my past few weeks had seen me cross not only hundreds of years, but also vast expanses of space.

By then the city was less busy and in the dark it was easy to go unnoticed, so we walked without incident to our car. My mother and twin sisters were ready to go home, but they were convincing me to spend a couple hours at Shelley and Donna's club. 

"It's a venue-slash-moonberry bar," Shelley explained.

"A what?"

"Venue. We host shows there... plays, musicians, whatever. And there's moonberry, once it's late."

"Okay, but what is 'moonberry'?"

"It's a lot of fun," Angela said with a sly smile. "You should go. Try it."

"Well, okay, maybe. But you come also."

"Nope, can't do that," Melissa said. "We have to work tomorrow. But go, Shelley and Donna will look after you."

"We will indeed," Shelley agreed. 

Donna added: "it can be our way to welcome you to your new home."

I couldn't read their faces, but I sensed that a plan was in motion. Hesitantly, I assented, and a brief detour in our trip to the Dennis compound had the three of us getting out of the car on a glamourous urban street.

"Don't keep her too long, okay girls?" Marla said. "I still want her to have her head together for tomorrow."

Shelley chuckled, "sure, of course Miss Dennis. We'll be mild."

My eyebrow lifted. I still didn't know what a moonberry bar was, but I was beginning to have my suspicions. Turning away from the car, I saw Donna reaching a welcoming hand out to me. I took it, letting my feelings of apprehension melt at the touch of the beautiful female goddess.

Shelley took my other hand and they began to lead me down the street. I was confused about my feelings... I had never felt attraction for a woman before, yet there I was very willingly being led into some mysterious situation by two. Was it because I'd previously only encountered human women? Perhaps I'd thought I was 'gay' because I'm exclusively attracted to goddesses, and had only known them to be like myself. Now that I was near actual females of my kind, I was beginning to have some much more conventional desires.

We only had to travel a block until we were there. The sign over the door read STARLIGHT – Music and Moonberry in glowing amber letters, but it was otherwise a pretty unassuming place. We stepped into the dimly lit club. 

At the back of the room was a stage, while in the centre there was a bar, not much unlike something I'd have seen back on Earth hundreds of years ago. By the stage there were small candlelit tables, while the rest of the seating tended more towards circular booths with shiny red vinyl couches. There weren't many people there.

"Some of this is inspired by a place we used to frequent with Diana back on Earth," Donna said. "Back when we were just a bunch of silly human girls..."

"Yeah, I was going to say... The place is obviously run by people with tastes as antiquated as my own."

Shelley chuckled, "I know right? We're suckers for nostalgia." She gestured to the bartender, and they led me to sit with them in one of the booths. "Barely anyone who was born here comes to this place. It's become a hang out for Earth borne-goddesses."

"Oh, like us. That's good. So... what is moonberry anyway?"

"Moonberry is a purple plant we import from some of the nearby islands," Shelley explained. 'Purple', in the lingo of Eva Australis, refers to anything which grew on Eva before Earth folk arrived. "It's toxic, like any other purple thing, but curiously enough if you ferment it with Earth yeast it becomes a drink goddesses can process."

"Oh, okay. So it's alcohol."

"Uh, yeah! Sure, it's got alcohol in it," Donna said. She and Shelley shared a giggle.

The bartender came and set a pitcher of viscous maroon coloured juice in front of me, as well as three small stemmed crystal glasses. "Enjoy, ladies," he said, before returning to his station.

At either side of me the two tempting women crushed in, almost gravitating toward the beverage... or maybe to me? I had already taken off my coat, needing to stay cool as their body heat enclosed me. Shelley immediately began to pour the drink out, then pushed two glasses toward myself and Donna. She raised her glass, "cheers!"

"Cheers," Donna said. "To a new life for Eva on her rightful home... the planet Eva!"

I chuckled and clinked their glasses, "cheers."

It was the beginning of a lifelong relationship between me and that wonderful plant, the moonberry. My first taste of it was harrowing... at first it was sweet like sirop, but that sugary impression was superficial in comparison to the strangely tongue-tingling bitterness of the drink. I gagged slightly, to the amusement of my companions, who had already downed their glasses. Not one to be left behind, I did the same.

The more I drank the better I felt. We were becoming giddy and more animated in our movements, shedding the restraints of our modesty.

"So Eva, is it true that you only like goddess cock?" The question didn't seem so off-putting, nor was I at all faltering at the way she and Shelley were crushing in closer and closer to me, their firm yet comparatively modest breasts pressing up against my bare arms in their lovely evening dresses. 

"Well I'm not so sure anymore, now that our kind are everywhere. I think really, the only specific thing is that I don't care for humans."

"You're a lot like us, then. We only like goddesses too, though as females that's perfectly conventional," Donna said.

"...And if I understood you correctly, like you we like both types of goddesses as well...which isn't quite so conventional," Shelley added.

"Oh... is that so?"

"Mhmm."

I was starting to see trails, and colours were becoming more vivid. Looking down, I saw Shelley lie her wrist on top of my thigh. Donna reached out and took her hand, resting her arm on my other. It was like they were taking possession of me, their limbs strapping me down in some sensual moonberry induced game of seduction. I liked it. 

Shelley's gaze locked on my own. In my semi hallucinatory state her eyes were bright and intense. A tingle ran down my spine, building further when I felt Donna's chin brush against my shoulder, her nose alone my jawline, stopping at my earlobe.

"I... I'm starting to feel it," I mumbled. "I'm starting to feel... oh?"

I thought their joined hands had pulled in closer, but glancing down I instead saw that that precious something in my dress had swollen enough to bump into them.

"Ooh," Donna purred. "She's definitely feeling it."

"Mhmm," Shelley agreed before she leaned in closer, her lush lips parting ever so slightly. 

In a euphoric haze I completed her kiss. She was excellent, the aggressive strokes of her tongue spurring stronger desires in me. Donna had let go of her hand, caressing the slope of my waist as she pulled herself closer, practically crawling on top of me.

As soon as our mouths parted Donna took my chin and turned my head to her, guiding me to her more delicately thin lips for yet another smouldering, slow kiss. I was getting terribly hot as Shelley began to stroke my thigh, her touch veering dangerously high yet never quite touching me there... Not that she would have had to reach far up into my little black dress, as I was beginning to feel the cool vinyl seat against the base of my cock. It had reached out of my sister's loaned outfit and there was no hope of covering it up as it continued to emerge.

By the time they again had me trade lips I was semi hard, a foot of my growing appendage lying against the seat. Donna took notice of this, cooing with delight at the sight of me. She was content to watch as Shelley, whose mouth was locked against mine, reached down and began to assist my arousal.

"Ohh... oh god, is this okay?" I breathed.

Shelley giggled softly. "It's more than okay, it's magnificent!"

To my eyes she had taken up a reddish aura. Donna began to pour out yet more of the moonberry drink, and on her I saw a faintly bluish glow. She downed her dose of the aphrodisiac hallucinogen, then passed the other two glasses to us.

Shelley took them both, leaving my stiffening shaft swaying with rigidity. I groaned softly as I felt the gentle tap of Donna catching my girth in her hand, immediately resuming those steady stimulations. Shelley brought a glass to my lips, and as one we drank it down.

"This... this is amazing," I said. "You're glowing." 

"And you're still growing," Donna replied with a giggle. 

"Ooooh, wow... that is hot," Shelley purred. At full length, my cock dwarfed Donna's petite hand, whose fingers were unable to encircle what was becoming a steely hardness. In that state, every brush of her touch sent waves of euphoria through me.

"Eva's cock is huge," she said. She wrapped a second hand around me, and Shelley did the same. Their gazes were locked on it in an elevator stare, mouths falling open involuntarily as they admired my sixteen inches, from tip until where it disappeared in my skirt.

I felt the warmth of lips against me. I moaned, falling back against the couch and running my hands down my body hotly at the sensations, feeling sweat beneath my touch. I shut my eyes and saw swirling colours. Opening them again, it was Shelley's plump pair at the head of my member. She had swept some of her fine, wavy locks of dirty blonde hair behind her ear and out of the way, leaving me open to Donna, who was moving closer to do the same.

Together they slowly stroked as they lavished me with worshipful attention, their mouths sucking and licking opposite sides of my swollen head. To my eyes their arms were a blur of glowing trails as they pumped away. Shelley reached into Donna's skirt, groping her with a rough familiarity, and I realized they were sharing a deep kiss with my cock between their mouths. "Ohh my god..." Their contrasting red and blue auras had intensified.

"What do you say we take this upstairs," Shelley purred.

Donna was quick to rise, taking the pitcher and glasses before she left down a dark, tight corridor. Shelley and I followed. The entire time I was trying to pull my dress down my legs, and with it going no lower than a few inches south of my butt it was a hopeless attempt to hide the huge, swaying, throbbing member before me. The combination of my excitement and the physical effects of the moonberry had me impliably hard.

We went up a narrow staircase. Off the shiny black painted walls, which seemed to be flexing away from us, I could see the strange glow of the girls. 

They took me to a small room, in which there was nothing more than a clean bed and a little table, where Donna had set our drinks. She and Shelley didn't waste another moment, slipping out of their dresses to reveal their nude bodies as I shut the door behind me. They were entirely glowing in their respective colours... everything except their hair and facial features was exuding that strange moonberry induced hallucination. They were an unbelievable sight, like a pair of elemental beings; Shelley was hot like lava, a being of fire, while Donna's cool blue was like a sunlit glacier. Their figures were tight and temptingly curved, their breasts high perfect handfuls. The absence between their thighs made my cock throb in a newfound instinctual lust for goddess females.

They stepped close to me. Each one just had to place a hand back on my stiff cock. Donna was on her tiptoes, trailing kisses along my jawline while Shelley began to tug up at my dress. Feeling euphoric and free, I flipped that dress of my myself and pulled them in closer, bringing their glowing faces close to mine for a group kiss, paying no mind to the blast of violet light that filled the room. I too, was glowing with psychedelic energy. I traded lips back and forth, beginning to understand how it feels for a goddess to be worshipped.

Donna dropped to her knees, and turning her attention to my neon purple member she kissed the base, then began to trace her tongue along my length, crawling away from me as she went to span the distance. Shelley meanwhile wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed deeply. I held her against me, crushing our bodies together. Donna reached the end of my cock and had me deep in her mouth, her hands sliding up and down a surface which had become slick with precum.

I released a shuddering moan of delight, knowing that I, a powerful goddess, was poised to deliver my seed to two very willing immortals. It felt so right. I gently pushed Shelley away, parting our lips. I pointed to the bed and she smiled.

Seeing her go, Donna followed on all fours, and her face very naturally found a place between her spread thighs. Shelley leaned back on her elbows, cooing at her girlfriend's attention. I stepped forward, passing over Donna's sapphire glow to kneel over Shelley, my massive cock reaching out to her. She immediately began to stroke and suck harder than they ever had prior to that point.

"Oh my god, yes... This is amazing, everything is alight."

"Fuck yes, this is so hot... I can't wait until it's inside me."

A throbbing shudder from my shaft had a burst of bright purple fluid leaking from Shelley's lips, shining like a broken glow stick as it dripped onto her chest. She just kept on stroking, moaning with glee.

"It's mine first," Donna said. She backed away from Shelley and got to her feet, then crawled over to place herself on all fours beside Shelley. Arching her graceful back, she presented her cool blue body to me like a jungle cat ready for rut. "Come on..."

Twisting my waist to the right I pried myself away, aiming my missile at Donna's cool light. Ever a team player, Shelley helped to direct me to her girlfriend's beckoning slit. Slowly I pushed, and to the sound of breathy sighs and gasps I began to sink my self deep into her.

She bottomed out at just over a foot, which was more than enough to please me. "Holy, Shelley... it's big, it's big... I can barely even move." 

I began to thrust my hips, pushing my girth in and out of her. "Hooo, Eva!" I was gentle but already she was falling into a crumple on the bed's surface, too subdued to do anything but keep her rear raised in the air for more. 

Shelley rose up onto her knees, wrapping her arms around my waist so she could pepper my jaw with sweet little kisses. She turned her gaze to her girlfriend, watching her begin to move in rhythm with me, helping to drive her willowy body up and down my length. I sensed a hint of jealousy, so I took her hands and placed them over my breasts and guided her in for a deeper kiss. With a delightful little sigh she assented, beginning to kneed my voluminous roundness as our tongues entwined. My nipples hardened, prodding into her palms.

Donna's moan's were building as she adjusted to me. She'd regained the strength to raise her body off of the mattress, and was reaching back to toy with her clit with quick, circular movements of her wrist. I added power to my thrusts, and her volume rose accordingly. "Oh god, it's so good! She's going to make me cum!"

At those words a swell of pride came over me. I parted lips with Shelley, directing all of my attention to the icy blue creature below me. Shelley stepped back, and I took Donna's hips, driving myself home into her with a machine-like steadiness. 

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Ahhhh!"

Feeling her cum on my cock was amazing, both emotionally and physically. I was deeply satisfied to have pleased her so easily, and the tight yet accommodating folds of an immortal were divine around my hard girth as they contracted with female release. I had to keep pushing, wanting to join her in the ecstasy of climax. 

"Yes Eva, fuck her! Make her scream!"

I did so, my thrusts unrelenting, and scream she did. She was unintelligible as she, fucked beyond her limits, weakly tried to crawl away for escape, but there was nowhere to go. I pushed onward, feeling the building power of my release. 

Just moments away from the finish I suddenly pulled out, and Donna fell into a gasping heap on the bed. Shelley wrapped an arm around my waist and we aimed my radiant violet length at her, beginning to frantically pump. The heat and tension in our hands was unbelievable.

I tilted my head back, gasping at the unbelievable feeling. Cumming on moonberry was amazing! The entire room seemed to be glowing with energy, and the light coming off Shelley and Donna's bodies was intense! "Come on Eva, show us what you've got... give us that cum..."

It was like lightning bolts of ecstasy were shooting out of my loins, blasting Donna with blinding purplish-white liquid light. Shot after shot painted her, gradually replacing her bluish glow with a shade more like my own. It dripped thickly off of her, turning the bed into some sort of psychedelic abstract art. She rolled about on the sheets, moaning as she rubbed my seed into her skin.

Shelley left my side, sliding herself over her girlfriend's slippery form. "Ooh baby. You look so hot in her cum..." They began to passionately kiss, Donna's arms limply wrapped around Shelley's hot red radiance.

I was still huge, the remnants of my climax slowly dripping from the tip. I gave myself a couple more strokes, curious to find that however satisfied I was, I felt like I could do it again. Watching the two in their writhing embrace on the sheets, seeing Shelley's sex beautifully presented as she hovered over Donna, I knew there was going to be a second round. 

I stepped forward, my aching pillar gliding through the air to its next destination. It bumped against Shelley's trim nethers, and she purred her response, arching her back to tilt her slit toward me, never missing a beat as she and Donna still deeply kissed.

Gripping the base of my shaft, I wiggled the length, and the motions teased Shelley's lips open. Poised for entry, I pushed forward and slowly, for the second time, plunged myself deep into a goddess' divine depths.

"Ooooohh! Haaaa, god," she seethed, gripping the sheets in her fists. Despite the visible differences between she and Donna again I was able to sink just slightly more than a foot in Shelley. They must have been sired by the same goddess, and weren't prepared to accommodate a much more heavily endowed one. It gave me a feeling of sexual power; I was the biggest stud on the ranch!

Feeling hastier than before, I immediately began to buck my hips, pushing my tense cum slicked rod in and out of her, forcing her to adapt to my size. She groaned deeply, going stiff at the force I was exerting. "Oh god, oh fuck! Do me Eva!"




Goddesses Pt. 05



She didn't have to ask twice. I took one of her legs, spinning her counter-clockwise to dump her on her back. She bounced off the mattress, our breasts colliding as I wrathfully swooped down into position above her. I immediately resumed, repeatedly stabbing my hungry length into her.

"Oh my god! Ahh!" She spread her legs wider for me, wrapping her arms around my neck as her head lolled back in ecstasy. Without restraint I rutted wildly with the firey goddess.

"Yes! Yes, oh god you're amazing Eva!"

She began to go stiff, and in surprisingly little time she was orgasming all over my huge cock. I groaned deeply at the sensation of her body pulling at me, begging for another load. I wouldn't be so quick, as though I was still extremely hard my previous climax had left me slightly numb. We would have to work for the second one... so work her I did.

The pressure was slowly building in me, hinting at what was to come. I didn't know how much more Shelley could take, couldn't tell whether her wimpers and cries were sounds of pleasure or pain, so I pulled myself out.

Standing before the bed, I started to wildly stroke my member, finishing myself with the individually attuned touch that only I possess. As one Shelley and Donna rose to kneel before me. They looked up at me, shellshocked from their orgasms and hungry for another load, the first of which was still thickly dripping off of Donna's glowing blue flesh, its light having faded.

Shelley licked her lips, "come on babe... show us if you've still got it..."

"Alright," I said between deep breaths, my breasts quivering with each grand rub of my tool, "I'll show you... Mhhhh...!"

They swooned with joy as again copious blasts of blinding violet light issued out of me. With each jarring throb the gleaming liquid spattered onto their trim bodies and dripped onto their thighs and the sheets below. They were moaning with ecstasy, falling into each others arms as they were bathed with my seed. What strange visions the moonberry had induced in them, I probably couldn't begin to imagine. 

"Oh... oh my god!" I fell to my knees on the bed, practically on top of them. They seized my spasming, spurting length in their hands, stroking me frantically. They passed my sopping tool back and forth, devouring the thick blasts of dripping light that shot out. It felt like a massive outpour of energy was leaving me, a gift to be shared.

I began to help them stroke, so Donna passed it to me. I accepted the throbbing tip, not having to bend far at all, and swallowed my glowing fluid.

As soon as I relinquished it Shelley's cum soaked lips came zooming in toward mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues coated with the same beautiful flavour.

***

For what felt like hours we continued like this. As the visuals began to lessen and feelings of reality began to return I craved more of the alien drink, but the girls, in their experience, knew we'd gone far enough if we were to be of any use the next day. 

They did however, promise me that there would be another time.



Chapter 7

Awakening late the next morning in a fresh bedroom, between the still sleeping bodies of Donna and Shelley, my head ached. There were no windows, but a lamp had been turned on on the nearby table, where there was also a couple glasses of water.

With a sore groan I rolled over Donna and crawled out of bed. I was dehydrated. Still nude, my member hung heavy between my thighs as if it had forgotten how to deflate after the night's rampaging delights. I drank down the lukewarm water and sat myself by the table.

"Good morning," Shelley murmured. She sat up, groaning softly as she went. "Oh, shit. I am so sore!" She stumbled out of bed and limped to the table to take a glass of water. "Last night was intense. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah. That was... pretty wild."

"The wildest thing yet?"

"Mm, I don't know. I'll give it a close second to sex in zero-G."

"Huh. That does sound fun. Was that during your trip to Eva?"

I nodded, suddenly feeling down at the reminder of Val. I'd still heard nothing about what happened to her after the accident. "Do you know what happened to our ship? No one has been telling me anything."

"All I know is it was pretty compromised when they found it." Despite her drowsiness Shelley was watchful, analyzing me. "Did you... leave a loved one in the wreck?"

"I think so," I sighed. "The pilot and I... we were very, very close."

"Oh, dear," Shelley said, smoothing a hand down my upper arm. She picked her purse up off of the ground and took out a brush, which she began to run through her hair. "I could check my network chip and see if they found anything out."

"Sure... Please, do that."

"No problem." Her eyes began to focus on nothing visible to me as the information poured into her brain. "It seems there was a failure, in the... in the part of the ship that the hull rotates around? The axis. During the trip it was being gradually ground away, getting thinner and thinner until it just popped open like a leaking pipe. And then the ship depressurized."

From the panicked recollections of the incident in my head that sounded about right. "'Depressurization imminent'... yes, that happened."

"Mhmm. And the cause of the grinding was... It seems a worker left a wrench in there, and it was just rubbing, metal on metal, for weeks on end. Wearing a circle around the axis, thinning it down until it couldn't bear the ship's weight."

"I see," I said. It had been no fault of ours that the ship had been destroyed. Chaos, or perhaps negligence, had doomed the ship before it even left Earth. "And there were no other goddesses recovered?"

"No. Humans, animals, and you. That's it."

"I see," I repeated more darkly, deeply sobered. "No... remains of one?"

"No. However it seems one of the escape boats was gone when they recovered the ship. They think she must have jettisoned herself out."

"Really?" I said, feeling a glimmer of hope.

"Yeah. But you were in interstellar space. The likelihood of her making it to Eva like that... She'd have to have some pretty incredible aim."

I nodded. She chose to put me in stasis, knowing that it meant I'd be recovered someday. Meanwhile, with no stasis pods remaining, she'd taken her chances out in the vastness of space. 

I wasn't going to give up hope.



Chapter 8

"I have selected some more writings, Eldest," said the book keeper. She placed a stack of musty books and tattered magazines on the marble table before the Lemurian matriarch, who gave a sharp exhale of displeasure. She was already swamped with piles of them to look over.

"Thank you, book keeper. And what subject do these ones entail? More aircraft, or oil powered contraptions?"

The book keeper was just one of the people in charge of caring for the archive of ancient writings. She and her colleagues oversaw a vast hall, where shelf after high shelf was packed with books on subjects no Lemurian cared to read about. Matters of science, of technology, of politics and human history. The Eldest had enlisted her help because out of all the archive staff, she was the only goddess.

"No Eldest, I'm afraid these books concern much less fascinating matters."

The Eldest harumphed, finding it disagreeable that any of the books be considered 'fascinating'. She would have much rather the halls been filled with the history of goddesses, a history older than the science of humans, but no such writings still existed. "What, then?"

The book keeper opened up an electronics magazine, which dated back to the mid twentieth century. "We could build a radio. See here, there are designs to make one."

The Eldest looked at her for a moment, too weary to respond. The sight of those designs to build old gadgets was terribly dull. What could have possibly possessed the blonde haired goddess, who bore an obvious Aerotian heritage but otherwise had no other ties to Earth and its old technology, to be so preoccupied with such things? "Radios were very... very small. I don't think we have the materials to make such complicated little things, even if your books describe how. Nor do we have electricity. A powered boat or some sort of aircraft would be a safer bet."

"Perhaps, but please consider this. Some of these designs are very simple, and there are also very simple ways to generate the electricity they require," the book keeper said as she rifled through her pile of books. "I fear that a successful voyage by air or seacraft would need many safety trials, or else our ambassador may perish. And those trials would take time..."

"And our precious time is running out," The Eldest said.

"Yes. If anything we can make a radio device while we build and test Jessica's vehicle, on the chance that we can make early contact."

"Very well. On my side of these affairs, I have chosen the method of travel: Jessica will board a steam powered ship. Although it would travel slowly I believe it is unlikely any flying vehicles could be built within our timeframe. In the meantime I will delegate a secondary staff to the task of building your radio... which you will be a part of."

"Me? Why...? My life is just books; I have never built anything."

"That is precisely why, my dear. You've probably read every book in this hall. It's why I asked for your help in the first place. You will lead my staff of engineers as we try to decode these writings."

"...I see. Thank you Eldest, I am honoured. When do I begin?"

"My engineers will be arriving here before sundown." The Eldest pushed the most recent stack of books away from herself, "you will begin tonight by giving these to them."

***

The book keeper was a bit of an anomaly among goddesses. Unlike most immortals, her main interests were not in the siring of human females. Unlike most Lemurians, she was not merely content to live simply, as the ancients once did.

Her past was a mystery. She had shown up more than a human's lifetime ago with no memory of who she was or where she'd come from. Stumbling out of the wreckage of some smoking destroyed machine, she wandered for days until she found the Lemurian kingdom. There she found herself settling in to a life amongst the human book keepers, finding comfort and solace in the forgotten knowledge of Earth.

"Electricity is a very interesting thing," she said. "You cannot see it, but it flows through metal like water flows through a pipe. Like that moving water it also has a volume and an intensity..."

Her engineers, really just a team of handy and able bodied human men, nodded along with her as they stood in a semi circle, arms folded against their chests. Her concepts were strange but fascinating.

"...And so I think it is rather poetic that we will be turning the movement of water into electricity," she continued.

They were standing beside the flowing water of a mill. With the contamination tainting their crops it hadn't seen much use that season, but that was soon to change. The first step in their plan was harness the unending flow of the river to create an electrical generator.

***

"What sort of thing are these bottles to hold," the glass maker said. "I have never blown such strange little vessels before."

"They will hold fire," the head engineer said. "Fire and iron." He had a heavy spool of metal tucked under his arm, the material having been spun thinner and thinner until it formed a sort of thread. It was the conduit through which electricity would flow. "Through them the goddess Jessica's voice will carry far."

***

After two weeks of trial and error, a hulking machine had been built. It filled a room, a temporary shack built against the side of the mill. Meanwhile an even more imposing creation, a boat dubbed 'The Olive Branch', was still in only its earliest stages of construction. 

The book keeper and her team stood around their contraption with sweat dripping down their temples. What could have been a small table top device had, due to the crudeness of the materials they used and the unrefined methods of its construction, become huge. Rows of those glowing bottles, vacuum tubes, were generating excess heat, but as the book keeper explained, they were crucial to amplify their signal loud enough for the people to the south to hear. They looked on it proudly.

There was a collective sigh as Genera and Jessica entered the room. Like the book keeper, Genera was inhuman in her perfection, her quiet promise of immortal power, virility and intelligence. Knowing that she was the second most important person in Lemuria and the root of all Aerotian goddesses, they were humbled.

Jessica on the other hand was just so incredibly beautiful, moreso than any other goddess the human men had ever beheld. To look upon her eternal youth and fertility, to realize they were in the presence of a breeder so desirable she could charm the Queen of Eva Australis, was maddening, intoxicating. Some of the engineers decided to leave the room, unable to stand being in her presence.

Genera glanced at the book keeper.

"You are in charge of this group?"

"Yes, Genera."

She nodded, curious to see an immortal dressed in the drab brown robe of her profession. She saw her slightly dark skin, the curl of her long blonde hair, tied back in a high ponytail much like her own black locks were. "You... look to be a daughter of my seed. Aerotian blood."

"I am that, yes."

"What is your name, book keeper?"

"My name is Valerie."

"Valerie, what you are doing is very good. If this radio device of yours works, we may all be saved from our hunger."

Valerie nodded, humbly casting her gaze downwards as she stepped back, opening a path for Jessica to sit at the table. "It is an honour."

Jessica smoothly stepped forward and sat herself down on the humble wooden chair. She wrapped a slender, pale hand around a slapshod apparatus before her. "Is this... my 'microphone'?" 

"Yes. Speak into it," said one of the bolder engineers, proud of his handiwork.

Jessica was underwhelmed by the clunky build, so different from the factory made perfection of her childhood, but was impressed nonetheless at the ingenuity of Valerie's team. "Okay then. Let's get started. Let's call Marla."



Goddesses Pt. 06



part 6: Reunity

Hello. My name is Jessica Hunt. I was born on the planet Earth in the year 1976. This message is for Marla Dennis, or any one else who may have replaced her after we cut communications. 

Marla, I've been living in Lemuria for the past century. As you might guess not much has changed here since our nations cut ties; at least not until recently. Lately things have begun to fall apart. The soil is becoming unfit for us to grow any food... The purple life is slowly retaking the land. We don't have the technology or knowledge to prevent this. We're starving.

The little food which we do have is tainted. No goddess, human or animal is able to bear children if they consume it, yet we have no other choice.

Although we wish to live simply we've begun to see the necessity of science. This is Eva, not Earth... the soil is alien and we need certain tools to survive. So we're calling on you, breaking our silence, with this plea for help. We're sure you've found a way to keep the land fertile, and we beg for you to share it with us. 

Though our nations have had their differences can we please put them in the past? It will be a long, risky journey crossing the ocean, and it's taking a long time for them to build my ship. But I'll be travelling south, to find you.

If you hear this and are willing to help us please, come for me first. Our time is running out. I'm waiting for you...

"And after there the message repeats. It's just looping, over and over, on all the AM and FM airwaves."

Marla nodded slowly, sitting back in her chair. It had been a long, long time since she'd heard that voice. She'd heard it express laughter and cries of joy and ecstasy, as well as the sorrows and tribulations of the pain of growth. Though the signal was degraded she felt she'd been transported back to the days they'd shared on Earth, two hundred years ago.

She wondered if Jessica had changed much. She wasn't a young goddess any more. At heart was she still the same sweet girl, the most cherished of all the young women she had sired?

"Miss Dennis?"

"Oh, sorry. I... I was caught in the moment."

"Not a problem madame."

"Send me a copy of this message. I need to think this over."

"Sure thing."

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes, which were greeted by the welcome sight of two goddesses gracefully sliding out of my bed, utterly flawless in their nude perfection. There was Rhea, a feisty magenta haired beauty only recently sired, whose spectacularly sculpted pale body had been a pleasure to use. Then there was Jenessa, the dark brunette who had sired her. 

I pretended to still be asleep.

I'd run into the two the previous night at Starlight, Shelley and Donna's club. They were celebrating Rhea's new life as an immortal with moonberry, and were already several rounds deep when I met them. Star struck, they had to come home with me. I was glad to oblige them.

The morning after, it was an even more welcome sight to see them leave.

I'd been living on Eva for several weeks, during which I'd quickly settled in to my new life. As a member of the Dennis dynasty I already had the entire wealth of Evita at my disposal, which I used to live very comfortably yet not over extravagantly in a high condo overlooking the city. I had my own vehicle, my own wardrobe, everything.

Unlike my twin sisters Angela and Melissa I didn't become involved in the politics of running Eva Australis. More like our eldest sister Diana, I simply wanted to live in comfort, taking life one day at a time.

It was everything I could have ever wanted. Finally, after all the struggles and disorienting jumps in time I lived in a world where goddesses reigned supreme. It was a world where I would never feel lonely again, for not only was there a great prestige to be had in sharing a night with the legendary Eva Dennis, namesake of the planet of the goddesses; I also had a reputation for being an excellent lover. Especially if moonberry was involved.

"Ooh, she's awake," Rhea said.

Damn. I'd been caught. "Yeah... I'm awake," I murmured, sitting up in my huge bed.

Jenessa turned to look at me, evidently not as enthused to have shared her newly sired lover once the night's euphoria had worn off. She watched Rhea come over and kiss my cheek. "Thank you for last night Eva, it was... something special."

"It was spectacular," Rhea gushed.

"Uh, no problem. I had a lot of fun. Maybe we'll do it again sometime," I said.

"Hmm. Maybe," she said neutrally. "Come, Rhea."

Hand in hand they went to my living room to retrieve their clothes.

I didn't leave my bed until I heard the door shut as they left my home. As my feet touched the cool floor there was a faint click and the gentle pour of water - coffee brewing in the kitchen.

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, feeling contemplative. Was I proud to have had another two goddesses that night? Definitely. Had my life become everything I'd ever hoped it could be, now that I lived two hundred years into the future in a world I helped create? Yes, it had. But was I truly happy...? There was a nagging emptiness in me, a tiny yet persistent voice that insisted not.

Every iteration of what we'd done that night seemed more identical to the previous. It was great, but the monotony of bringing goddesses home was becoming a constant nag. I needed something different. Removing the years I'd spent asleep, I was only twenty one... far too young to just retire to a life of pleasure!

I was beginning to realize that I wanted something real, something meaningful. Most would have said I'd already had that several times over, but my accomplishments until then were really just a fluke. An opportunity cleverly seized at the perfect moment. It wasn't enough.

Later that morning fate would bring me what I needed in the form of a Network call from Marla.

Goodmorning darling.

"Hello, mom. What can I do for you?"

I have a request to make of you, my dear...

"Okay?"

Now I know you decided you don't want to be involved in any of the politics of running our growing little nation but I'm asking you for this favour anyway. 

"Go on..."

Something has come up. Something potentially big, in fact. I'm going to be travelling north, to Lemuria. And I want you to come too. This isn't a sight seeing trip, this could potentially be real diplomacy.

"Oh, wow. Diplomacy, huh? And Angela and Mel won't do it?"

Oh, they'll be coming too. But I think we might need you. You're Eva, after all... a living symbol for our planet.

"I see," I said. Was the silence between our nations about to be broken, after a century of isolation? And I was going to be involved? I was beginning to feel the pressure my mother was putting on me, but then I faintly knew that that might have been that meaningful thing, the mission that I was craving.

"I'll do it."

Oh? That was easy. I was sure it'd take a bit more convincing to pull you away from all the fun you've been having...

"I'll have plenty more time for that. I'll do it, mum."

Chapter 2

No more than a day later I found myself stepping into a travel nexus with my mother, Angela, and Melissa. The interior was arranged into a sort of conference room, with a large round table of gleaming purple hardwood at its centre. Human assistants were bustling about with preparations while outside they loaded a second travel nexus with cargo. 

"Interesting set up," I said.

"Big things are going to happen in here," Marla replied as she dropped herself into one of the chairs at the table. She leaned back, resting her arms behind her head with a careless air. "Ahh... well, maybe. It's going to be something!"

"Uh huh." I looked at her curiously. She was unusually animated, perhaps even giddy. "So what's going on? Why the trip to Lemuria?"

"Diplomacy," Angela said with a sly smile.

"But not just that. We're finally going to meet our birth-mother," Melissa said.

"Really...? You mean, Jessica? She's here?"

"She's there," Marla said. "And she's calling to us. Calling to me."

"Why?"

"Because the Lemurians need technology. Those stubborn northerners are finally ready to admit that there's goodness to be had in modern living."

"Oh. Why the change of heart?"

"The purple life is retaking their soil. They can't grow anything... so they're starving. Now they've got your birth-mother calling to me on all radio waves. She's threatening to take a boat to us, across that nasty equatorial sea."

I seated myself across from Marla. We looked very much alike, sharing the same dark hair and violet eyes, as well as violet streaks in our hair. I'm taller than her though, and my hair is shorter, coming down to just my shoulders. I'm also a good deal bustier. My twin sisters followed suit, and we semi-circled the table with ageless women, our generational differences invisible. My mother wore black business attire over a white blouse. My sisters had much the same look, though Angela had gone with a more youthful pink and Melissa's suit was baby blue. With myself never being involved in any sort of 'business' I wasn't sure what to wear, eventually settling on a black strappy dress and boots. 

"We rushed this trip together so we can catch her before she touches water. I don't trust the Lemurians to build a ship to last such a journey. I don't trust them... with her."

I nodded slowly, seeing a trace of wistfulness in my mother's eye. I was starting to realize that our journey would be about more than just saving our difficult neighbours... Marla wanted Jessica back. With my sisters' flowing blonde hair and soft delicate skin I was able to roughly extrapolate what Jessica must have looked like, and in doing so I could guess why Marla would be rushing to her rescue.

After some moments of idle talk our human assistants began to trickle out of the nexus. Two more officially dressed ones took seats at our table. "Everything is going according to schedule, so far."

"That's great. Thank you, Matthew. We'll be falling away soon?"

"Any minute now."

Matthew's counterpart, a waifish brunette, slid a small tablet out of her inner jacket pocket and began to poke at the screen. "All cameras are functional. The events will be filmed for archival purposes."

"Excellent, Ashley."

She nodded professionally and slid the tablet back into her jacket.

The door to our nexus shut, and there were the muffled sounds of metal pieces interlocking, sealing us in to our environment.

A screen at the centre of the table lit up. The image it showed -- the ground beneath us zooming away at a mind-bending rate - was the only indication that we were beginning our trip. There was no sound, and the gravity had been compensated so we wouldn't feel any of the motion of our travel, no matter what the speed or trajectory.

Travel nexuses are amazingly fast. In no more than half an hour Marla was tuning in to a camera view of the Lemurian shore. We had decelerated to a hover with our nexus and its second cargo bearing duplicate hanging above the turbulent green ocean waters at a distance too far for an unaided eye to detect. With advanced imaging technology on our side we could see that the skies over the capitol were cloudy, the air slightly foggy.

Marla touched a corner of her screen. "Follow my lead for our landing," she said.

"Acknowledged."

Our camera view zoomed in to scan the shoreline, and we began to look for a good place to land. We saw an old styled ship with men clambering over its fresh purple wood surface as they worked on it with hand tools. That, we would later learn, was meant to be Jessica's boat, though their immediate need for it would vanish the moment we landed.

Some hundred meters further in from the site of the boat's construction there was an open grassy field. Marla swiped her finger across the screen a few times and at a measured pace we hovered across the ocean toward it, providing an incredible spectacle for any of the humans below once we were over land. They had lived too short to have ever known such advanced technology, and a crowd was beginning to gather, their many heads turned up toward us as we began to descend. 

We touched down. Watching through our camera, we saw the crowd had gathered around our nexus, though the heat radiating off of it was keeping them a few feet back. As our camera panned we saw our second nexus, which had touched down seconds after we had.

"Stay inside," Marla commanded to the second nexus. "Matthew, you're up."

"Yes madame." He rose from his chair and walked towards the doorway, where he smoothed out his suit and then cracked his knuckles. He reached for the panel and activated the door.

Matthew was a slightly overweight man with thinned hair. He had a friendly and non-threatening demeanour, making him the perfect representative for our visiting party from the south... first impressions were important, after all. He watched the roiling crowd of Lemurians gather closer to the nexus, leaving the second cargo bearing one as they pressed in, wanting to hear whatever it was he had come to say. They were at his feet, for he stood raised above them on the couple steps that led inside.

"Hello, Lemurian people," he began. He had a deeply resonant chest voice. "We've come from Eva Australis, by request of a goddess who resides amongst you. We come with peaceful intentions."

"Why are you here?"

"Who else is in there?!"

"We mean to speak with that goddess, first and foremost. We request you bring us Jessica Hunt, so talks may begin. I repeat," he said, more slowly and clearly, "we want the goddess Jessica Hunt."

"Did you come to bring us food?"

"Come back!"

Matthew had stepped back inside, and the door was shutting behind him. He returned to the round table, looking as casual as he could after having broken a century's silence between the twin nations. We could all see through his front, that he was actually quite flustered... and we couldn't blame him.

"Thank you Matthew. Now, we play the waiting game..."

Chapter 3

Many a bored hour was spent in that nexus. We'd forgotten how to pass the time without our Network connections, which were far out of range from their source.

Finally our view screen showed the crowd was beginning to part. An entourage of goddesses uniformly dressed in flowing sarongs moved in a square formation, and at their centre was the most Aerotian looking woman I'd yet seen, walking hand in hand with a woman who indeed, must have been our mother. The view was from too far for us to make out much more. They stopped at the stairs to our nexus, and Jessica let go of the Aerotian's hand and climbed up out of the camera's view.

Matthew opened the door and stepped way back, as if he feared physical contact with her. His eyes were wide with disbelief, and the moment Jessica entered our nexus I could see why. She was absolutely stunning, easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen... and the Lemurians had spared no effort in showing this off to us.

Her strawberry blonde hair, just like Melissa's, was tied high up on her head, showcasing the slender curve of her neck and delicate shoulders. A faint pixie-like sparkle of some metallic ointment graced her cheekbones, making her seem like a creature of fantasy. Her shoulders were bare, her dress beginning by hanging off of her breasts. They were truly huge, moreso than mine, yet they naturally stayed high on her chest, jostling against her slender torso with her every movement. That same metallic sparkle faintly twinkled in her cleavage, ensuring the eyes of the Lemurians' southern visitors be attracted to the most influential parts of their chosen representative. From its wide and forward projecting perch the white and pink-trimmed dress would have hung featurelessly around her if weren't tied close to her figure by a golden rope around her waist, causing it to drape gracefully off of her hips. A slit along one side revealed an elegant pale leg and her high heeled open toe shoes.

Looking upon her, we saw the other piece of the puzzle that led to myself, the twins and Diana. I saw their delicate build in her, their green eyes, my and Diana's well stacked figures.

"Jessica," Marla said, slowly approaching. Her eyes were unblinking, for she was rapt at the sight of her old love. "It's... It's been so long."

"Yes, it has been," she said. Her voice was so soft.

Marla scooped up one of her hands and kissed her dainty knuckle, her other arm coming around to bring her close. Their embrace was brief, hesitant. I'd never seen Marla so unsure before.

"We heard your message." Marla still held her hand.

"We supposed you did. ...I guess this cancels my little boat trip."

"It does. No one's ever tried to cross the ocean... we wouldn't risk having you be the first."

Jessica nodded, beginning to smile, and in doing so she seemed to light the room up. "I wasn't looking forward to it anyway... May I sit?"

"Of course."

Angela was quick to get out of her seat, letting our mothers be close together. Having finally taken my eyes off of them, I realized my sisters and the humans were staring just as intently as I had been.

Jessica and Marla sat down. They were still facing each other, and it was eerily silent.

"...Uh, Jessica, I suppose I should introduce our daughters..."

"Ah yes," she said, glancing at us. "I suspected they might be ours..."

Marla motioned to my sisters, "these are of course the twins, Angela and Melissa."

They smiled, their eyes glittering with admiration. Jessica returned that look and then closed her own, tilting her head downward in a gesture of respect.

"...and here is someone who's been the woman of the hour, lately. Not that you'd have heard about it up here. This... is Eva."

"Oh?" Jessica turned to me, looking genuinely surprised. "Eva...! I'd never known you made it here from Earth!"

"I arrived only recently," I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Wow," she said. "Eva... You know, they don't think you ever existed here."

"We know," my sisters chirped, thoroughly tired of such talk.

Jessica chuckled, "right, okay. Well it's good to see that you're still around. That you're big and healthy now. You look even more like Marla than I thought you would, when you were born..."

"Thank you, Jess-... er, mum?"

She chuckled again, her fingertips daintily shielding her lips.

Marla looked at her view screen, which showed the persisting crowd of humans outside the nexus. "Not a single person has much meat on their bones. I suppose it's true, that there isn't any food for you here."

"It's very true. No one can afford to eat anymore... we are a nation of starving people."

Marla nodded, looking down at the screen thoughtfully. "We can help you, but there will have to be... diplomacy, first."

"Thank you, Marla."

"Can we have that arranged?"

"I will have Genera set something up with The Eldest, and there can be talks."

"Good."

***

We ended up arranging for a proper assembly with The Eldest, which would be held later that night inside our nexus. Until then we were permitted to roam the streets of New Aerotia.

As soon as that meeting had been confirmed we opened up the second nexus, and bundles of cargo were unloaded. There was a roaring cheer of approval from the crowd once the nature of our cargo had been revealed -- we had brought food, and plenty of it. People snacked hungrily on pieces of bread and fruit as yet more crates were carted off to the city square. We'd easily won the approval of the Lemurian citizens, but the favour of their ruling goddesses wouldn't be so easily had.

Beyond that crowded field life carried on as usual in New Aerotia. My sisters and I took to the streets, taking in the fascinating and splendid sights of a kingdom run according to ancient methods.




Goddesses Pt. 06



Of course I knew before we left that Lemuria would be a different sort of world than Eva Australis, but I only really appreciated how much of a polar opposite it was once I'd seen it firsthand. Gone were the towering buildings and levels of endless skyway, and gone were the technologically inclined people in their garish and varied fashions. Here the streets were simple tiled paths fit for feet, hooves and wooden wheels. The buildings were elegant yet simple structures of carved stone, never more than a couple stories high. The architecture seemed classically inspired, like the ancient buildings of Greece and Rome, and likewise the Lemurian people tended to wear loose flowing tunics and togas, while their feet were protected by sandals or leather boots. Every size, shape, age and colour of person could be seen but they all shared one thing: the telltale gaunt look of malnutrition.

Along the sides of the streets were deep stone planters in which vibrant blossoms were grown... yet on closer inspection we could see tiny sprouts of purple life setting root in the soil, as it also did in the cracks between tiles and in clumps on nearby lawns. Deep in the Lemurian capital, native life was beginning to infiltrate the imported oasis. One could only assume that out in the fringes where food was grown, the situation was even worse.

Chapter 4

A book keeper burst into the archive, out of breath from her run up the stairs. She hung off the frame of the doorway: "A ship has come!"

"A ship...?"

"From the south, they've come."

Valerie looked up at the stout woman, setting her book down. 

"For Jessica?"

"Yes. They heard her message. And they brought food... fresh, untainted food. Let's go!"

***

The crowd was thick; a throng of people had gathered at first out of curiosity, then doubling in number at the promise of a free meal. Dressed in their drab brown robes, Valerie and the other book keeper nudged their way through the tumult of moving bodies towards the centre of activity.

"Book keepers! You did this."

They turned to face a bulky bearded man who beamed gladly as he looked down at the two ladies. He had a cheek full of food, and a massive fresh crusty bread with slices of meat and cheese sat snug in his hand. For a moment he flinched, realizing one of the women he had accosted was in fact Valerie, the goddess of the archives. She had a reputation for being approachable, but the fact remained that she was an immortal.

"Yes. We called the southerners here."

"Take this then. The lineup for food is terribly long. ...And I've already had three." He passed his precious meal down to them, and they graciously accepted it as he stifled a burp with the butt of his fist. "What business do they have here? Or have they come only to bring us sandwiches?"

Valerie and her colleague were tearing the loaf in half. "I am not sure how much of this business The Eldest wishes to make public. That you know it was we who called them here is already more than you should..."

"Secret matters, then."

"Perhaps," Valerie shrugged. "Important ones. Today could be a great day."

"Oh it is one, m'lady. Today our bellies were filled!"

Valerie and the other book keeper chuckled, "I suppose so, yes. Thank you Johan."

The bulky man bowed his head to them, and they slipped out of the crowd to enjoy their surprise meal.

They settled against the rim of an ornate fountain at the centre of a roundabout, leaning against it as they ate and watched the packed street pass by. A face caught Valerie's attention, and she had to do a double take. She scanned the crowd, her acute vision analyzing every Lemurian face. Where...? Who...?

There, moving off toward the shops, she saw her. A tall dark haired goddess, joined by two more slightly sized blondes. In their strange clothes they were hard to miss in the cluster of tunics and togas. Briefly glimpsing the dark haired one's face, Valerie had a moment of recognition. She knew her from somewhere... but how? They must have been visitors from the two visiting ships. Something about her made her heart quicken. She felt drawn to her.

Valerie popped the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and rose. "I think I know that goddess. I need to see..."

"Alright," the other book keeper said, content to just sit and enjoy her meal. "I'll see you back at the archives."

Valerie pushed off into the roiling crowd, squeezing herself past standing bodies and dodging people in movement. She had to investigate that sighting. Had she known them before? Were they a part of her forgotten past?

Checking down every street and poking her head into every shop, they were nowhere to be seen. It seemed her chance had passed. As the hungry crowd continued to thicken she sensed there was little hope, and retired to the archives.

Chapter 5

We ended our tour of the scenic capital around sundown and returned to our travel nexuses. Once all the food we'd brought was gone the crowd had subsided, leaving those two circular structures alone in a field of trampled grass and paper wrappers.

Entering our nexus we saw Marla and Jessica, sitting around the round table just as we'd left them. Jessica was smiling, in fact at the moment we entered the two were in mid-laughter. It was strange yet heart warming to see our mothers, two wisened yet youthful woman from differing worlds, share each others presence. I wondered if something was going to come of their little reunion.

Later that night our cameras picked up the flickering orange light of fire. Zooming in, we saw a royal procession approaching - that same Aerotian woman who had brought us Jessica now walked just behind a pale, dark haired goddess dressed in a sort of off-white shawl. The firelight glinted off of her fine jewellery. At her sides stalked two huge white tigers. Muscular men in togas formed a diamond around them, providing their needed light with huge burning torches. 

"Wow," I said. "Is that The Eldest?"

"It is," Jessica said.

Ashley sprung into motion, pulling her tablet out of her jacket. She was training her cameras on the development, documenting what we hoped to be the first moments of what would be a landmark agreement between two quarrelling nations.

Our view began to zoom out as they grew closer to our vantage point. "The tigers, though? Really?"

"Yes. They're her pets," Jessica said. "They say she doesn't bring them out much lately, as their hunger makes them cranky. But I guess for an event like this, such an ostentatious display was called for..."

"She's always had a flare for big visual displays," Marla said. She got up, straightened out her outfit, and walked over to the door. She opened it and stood waiting against the starry background of Eva's sky. Gradually, the flickering orange light of torches began to outline her silhouette.

I started to get up, feeling restless and wanting to get a closer look at The Eldest's tigers, but Matthew gently placed one of his large hands on my shoulder. "Just a moment, Eva. Marla has a plan for you... just hold back with us for now."

"Mm...? Alright, fine," I said as he guided me to stand with him by the wall, out of plain view. I would only be a spectator to the night's meeting.

"Greetings, Eldest," Marla called.

"Hello, Marla," she called back, her voice barely audible from where she stood outside of and below the nexus.

"It was good of you to join us tonight. Why don't you come inside, and we can discuss your situation."

Marla stepped away from the doorway, and into our nexus strode The Eldest, as well as her high-ranking Aerotian companion.

"My second, Genera, will be joining us also," The Eldest said. Her supreme rank belied her appearance, for under her lavender shawl she was a petite, thin and fragile looking woman. Her large eyes were deep sapphire blue, her skin as pale as mine, and her hair was an array of wide, soft black curls that hung elegantly down to her elbows. She was adorned with numerous golden bangles, necklaces and earrings.

"Of course, that's fine. I will be joined by our twin daughters Angela and Melissa as well."

The Eldest watched Jessica rise from her seat to join myself and Matthew at the edge of the circular room. Like me, she would merely observe, having already played her role in the proceedings. As my fantastic birthmother took her place beside me the five goddesses sat themselves down around the table.

It occurred to me then that as showy as The Eldest's tigers and torch bearing men were, it was probably even more of a display for us to have landed our huge, seemingly magical vehicles in the middle of the Lemurian capital, and to have specified that the meeting of our nations be held within those alien crafts. Both ourselves and our northern neighbours had to put up a front.

"So," Marla began, weaving her fingers together before her. "Jessica has told us all about the difficulties Lemuria has been experiencing as of late. From what we've seen so far we believe it's true. But please, Eldest, could you explain to me yourself what's happening, and what we're expected to do about it?"

"I also heard Jessica's message, in fact it was I who requested she send it to you. I can confirm that everything she said is true; our crops are being replaced by the native life of this planet. We aren't able to grow sufficient food to feed the population, and the tainted food we do have has damaged our health.

"Thank you very much for answering our request and coming here to discuss our problems, and for offering our people some of your untainted food. It was an act of goodwill which will not be forgotten. However we humbly ask of you something greater than merely that. As the old human saying goes... if you give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day. If you teach a man to fish, you'll feed him for a lifetime."

"You want us to fix your land, so you can grow food again."

The Eldest and Genera both solemnly nodded.

"What makes you think that we can," Melissa said.

"...Or that that's even possible," her twin added.

The Eldest smiled patiently. "It was an educated guess. Look at you... You are all in the best of health, and it doesn't look as if any of you has had to miss a meal," she said as she glanced aside at Matthew, "so do we think that the native life in Eva Australis is less persistent than ours? No, we think you've found a way to keep the soil clean."

"We have," Marla said.

"Indeed. And... what is it?"

"Enzyme treatment. We annually treat the soil with a mixture of enzymes and cultures to sterilize purple life."

"How very clever. Tell me more?"

Jessica turned to me, apparently already bored with the conversation. Though I stood several inches higher than her I found my stomach begin to tense, her divine and plainly presented beauty somehow intimidating to me once we were close together. She leaned in so I could hear her whisper, "hello Eva."

"Hey..."

At that proximity our chests were pressing together and fighting for space as we kept close to whisper into each others ear, creating a display that could tempt even the most saintly of men. I thought I sensed a growing discomfort in Matthew, but what we were doing was purely unintentional. Who could blame us for sharing such generous genes?

"Marla told me where you've been all this time."

I nodded, relieved that I wouldn't have to explain to yet another family member the incredible story of my numerous hibernations.

"That means you're still so young..."

I nodded again, looking into her caring green eyes, unsure how to feel. Her expression was so tender, as if she were maternally connecting to me in the way a human mother would with her little girl. Part of me wanted her to hold me.

"Yet look how much older your world has become. A lot is riding on what you do, right here and now. What will it be?"

"I... I don't know what you mean. I was told to stand and watch..."

She smiled softly. "You'll see."

At that moment we had to turn back to the main discussion. Tempers had begun to flare, and voices were being raised.

"No Marla, we will not change! We live as the goddesses did before humans built their civilization."

"I'm not asking you to change, Eldest! I just want you to accept that this planet, Eva, is and always has been ours. We developed the means to come here, we brought ourselves here, and we are therefore the leaders of our world. You can live however you want, just realize that your nation exists as an exception to the norm, within our dominion."

"Unacceptable! Your ways are false; you learned them from the humans. You will make all the same mistakes they did on Earth. Goddesses must do away with technology, with money, and live as wholesome unencumbered beings. We will not just lie down in defeat and accept your... perversion!"

Marla scoffed, "and yet you've come to us, begging for our technology! Without it you'll die. Can't you see your contradiction? We brought you here and you need us. So just forget our differences and accept reality!"

Genera's voice was low and level in comparison to their heated delivery: "You would leave us to perish because we won't accept your reality? You would be so cruel to your own race?" 

As one Marla and my sisters took a deep breath. Diplomacy wasn't unfolding as they'd hoped.

The room became dead silent, save for the soft clunk of Marla setting down a glass of water. "No, we won't be so cruel. This time. We will help you through your troubles."

The Eldest and Genera were unreactive, holding solid poker faces as they waited for the inevitable 'but'.

"...But, if ever you should come across some new problem... which you will, believe me... you can't come to us for help anymore. We won't be there for you. If you won't accept that Lemuria is a nation of Eva, you will not be treated as one. Once we've shown you how to repair your soil contact between us will again be severed, and you'll have to fend for yourselves."

"Thank you," The Eldest said bitterly.

There was a moment of hesitation as the five goddesses waited for a concluding statement. Soft spoken again, Genera leaned in: "Perhaps... perhaps we should recess."

My sisters both nodded their agreement, turning to our mother.

"...We'll give ourselves a day to think about our decisions, and resume talks tomorrow."

Marla looked at The Eldest, who didn't seem to agree or disagree with the idea. "...Very well. I think we all could use some time to discuss these matters, internally."

"Then the next meeting will be at this time tomorrow," The Eldest said. "At my palace. For a final decision."

"I accept. This meeting is adjourned."

Chapter 6

"That could have went better."

"Yes. The Eldest hasn't changed at all... she's still very stubborn. She'll never give up on this idea of hers, of Eva being like Earth was in ancient times."

Marla shrugged, "well Lemuria can be exactly that. She just has to respect the goddesses who brought her here."

"I guess that's hard for her to do when she's everyone's elder," Jessica said. "Come, we need to turn left here."

As the city slept the old lovers walked the vacant streets of New Aerotia hand in hand, leaving the central core. All the visitors from Evita had scattered after the meeting, being offered rooms in the various inns as well as grateful people's homes. Marla had asked to see Jessica's.

She was a little embarrassed about her pitiful little dwelling, but if Marla was disappointed, she didn't show it. "Cozy," she commented, stepping inside. "With that good old handmade Lemurian charm..."

"Yes, and a scenic location to boot... far from the hustle and bustle of the city," Jessica joked as they placed their shoes by the doorway. It was a far cry from the sprawling urban condos she and Marla had once lived in together on Earth.

"Is this the best they can do for a goddess like you?"

"They don't really care for me much around here, so yes. I'm fine with it..."

Marla nodded, taking a brief tour of the circular room. "Why is that?"

"They think I'm nuts... I tell them you sired me, that Eva is real and she's our daughter, and to them that means I've lost it."

"So, you're like the crazy lady in the woods to them."

Jessica giggled softly, though there was a hint of hurt in her eyes. "Yes..."

"Oh, darling," Marla stepped close, letting her hands fall on Jessica's hips, "that must be horrible. You needn't live this way."

"But I'm stuck here," Jessica said quietly. "There's no where else to go..."

For a moment they just stared into each others eyes, becoming lost. Eventually Jessica broke away, unsure about where the situation might have been going.

"I still have this," she said as she went to her bed. She came back holding an old framed photograph of herself and Marla. "From back in the beginning."

Marla carefully took the ancient photo and looked at it, a tender smile on her face. "The beginning of us. You were so young... you were in need of a rescue."

Jessica nodded. 

There was a silent moment as they looked down at it, reminiscing. 

"Am... Am I again?"

Marla looked up, "hmm?"

"Am I in need of a rescue?"

"...Jessica..." She wasn't sure what to make of that question... not until she saw her stepping closer, her eyes beginning to water with sadness. "Oh darling..."

"Take me with you," she whispered.

Marla took her hands, squeezing them tight. "My... my love. I'll take you wherever you wish."

They kissed, inhaling sharply as the barrier between them broke. They melted into each others arms as their pent up emotion and desire was released. Marla decided that from that moment on she would never let Jessica go.

They moved towards the bed, where they collapsed onto it as one, still embracing until Marla backed away to survey the copper haired goddess beneath her. She began to undo her blouse. 

Jessica reached out, her fingertips connecting with Marla just below her breast as button by button it opened... softly biting down on her bottom lip she traced her touch down, past her stomach, over her crotch, along her thigh, where she lingered. "Mmm..."

As soon as that blouse was off Marla dove down, burying her face against Jessica's lush chest. She moaned in outright want, finally expressing the repressed need she'd felt from the moment they'd made contact over the radio. She traced her hands along the sides of those round prizes, groaning and shuddering as the lust consumed her. Eventually she dug her fingers between the material and Jessica's breast, easily tugging the strapless dress down her torso.

Tenderly Jessica stroked a hand through Marla's hair, not at all minding the indulgence with which she was tossing and kneading her fantastic breasts against her cheeks, trailing kisses as she went. She reached lower, undoing the clasp of Marla's bra.

Eventually Marla rose, her black and violet streaked hair in a disarray as her upright posture revealed the plainly outlined form of her her arousal plastered stiffly against her thigh. The metallic sparkle of Jessica's ointment was smeared across her cheeks. She tossed off her open bra, firm generous breasts jostling free.

As she stepped away from her position over Jessica they shared a chuckle of annoyance at the clothing they still wore, each of them quick to begin wriggling out of their respective skirt and dress, leaving Jessica nude and ready for Marla, who was in only her black leggings. Jessica sat up, drawn to the sight of that lengthy hard rod through the sheer material as Marla retook her position over her, kneeling on one knee, her other toned and loaded thigh readily presented. 

It was that perfect huge tool which night after night of her late adolescent life Jessica had lovingly worshipped. From it she had drawn her immortality, her undying beauty. From it she had received the seed that became Eva, exalted young creator of their world. Marla tilted forward, bringing herself closer as with a low sigh Jessica leaned in and pulled her thigh close, nudging her cheek along that tense heat.




Goddesses Pt. 06



"I've never been able to forget you, Jessica... You are the most precious lover I've ever sired."

Jessica softly moaned her want, beginning to trace kisses along those tense fourteen inches.

"Come with me to Evita... Let's be together again. Be my queen..."

Without answering Jessica yanked that stocking down Marla's leg, and her powerful cock sprung free. She began to slowly trace her hand along the side of her length, the taut skin dry to her touch, purring softly as she pressed the other side against her cheek. 

She slowly sat back, inch after inch dragging past her ear until she'd gained enough distance to pass the tip into her mouth. She shut her eyes, a smile of joy creeping across her angelic face.

"Oooooh... darling, yes," Marla whispered. "Oh god yes..."

With her hands on the mattress for support, Jessica simply tongued and sucked that hot mouthful, appreciating the moment. Bending at the waist, Marla leaned forward, and without need to change her position Jessica briefly looked up and accepted her lips against her own, leaving the end of her cock bobbing and swaying by her chin.

Marla returned to her upright stance, content to gaze upon the sight of Jessica beginning to trace a single hand up and down her lengthy shaft as she resumed her attention to the searing tip. The flow of precum was a taste of the past, bringing warm memories to the forefront of Jessica's mind. How many times had they been together? More times than any other she'd ever had. Yet it was so long ago...

To pump her arm up and down that long cock, to hold in her hand such a tangible expression of Marla's desire for her, felt so right. Finally, an end to her exile! Love had returned to her life.

Licking her glistening lips, Jessica laid herself down, her breasts shuddering and swaying as she went. Her legs were parted just a bit, promising pleasures. Marla swooped in, unable to wait any longer, scooping her thighs up and spreading them wide as she took aim and slowly drove herself home.

"Ahhh...! Oh Marla, ohhh..." It felt absolutely perfect. Jessica was made to suit her every dimension, having been sired by her, so she was completely filled with exactly no less and no more than needed. Marla could never leave her sore.

They joined lips in a smouldering kiss as Marla began to gently rock her hips. Jessica melted at those shallow thrusts, wrapping her arms around her, fully surrendering.

The pace was slowly increasing as Marla began to deepen her movements, eliciting moans of enjoyment with each pass. She backed out of the kiss, raising herself away from Jessica to gaze down upon her glorious body as it reacted to each stab of her hips.

She took one of her legs and held it before her, ready to shallowly ram at Jessica's most sensitive region. With quick, short movements she drilled away at her G-spot, and the strawberry blonde wailed out her increasing ecstasy, involuntarily running her hands down her sleek figure. The sight was so hot that Marla felt herself throbbing even harder, a spurt of her precum filling that seething cavity as she stared in lust.

She then drove herself deep, hilted just in time to feel Jessica climaxing around her seething length. 

"Ahhh...! Oh, god Marla!"

"Yes," she whispered, slowly stirring Jessica as she writhed below, "cum for me, my love..." That pre had been displaced by her thrust, and it was lubricating the junction of Marla's pelvis against her bottom. She dipped down to hoist one of those lush prizes off Jessica's chest, roughly suckling upon her nipple, deepening the sensory release of her orgasm. 

"Now you," she whispered.

"Mmmm," Jessica sighed. "A moment longer... you feel so perfect inside me right now."

She nodded, smiling tenderly. She stroked a loose lock of hair out of Jessica's face and kissed her lips softly, though her cock throbbed impatiently within. Jessica's breath was heavy against her face. 

Marla eventually rolled onto her back, taking her with her into a position where she was straddled from above. The sight of Jessica's breasts crashing down as her partially undone hair gathered in a sultry jumble around her cheeks had Marla fighting the urge to just let go. Her hardness ached and throbbed, threatening to burst inside the buxom vixen as her hips twitched, unable to be still.

Placing her hands on Marla's shoulders Jessica rose slowly, climbing more than a foot up until just her lower lips grasped the thick head, then sank back down. "Ohhh god... your cock..."

"A perfect match," Marla said.

Jessica rose and sank again, and they shared a breath of appreciation. "It's the only one I need...."

"This is our new beginning."

"It is... I'm yours again."

"Oooh," Marla seethed, growing closer to the brink. "And I... ah, god! ...I'm yours."

"Fuck me Marla!"

Marla did just that, thrusting up into Jessica's descent. Sharing the movement, their pace doubled, and within moments they were gasping as one at the brink of ecstasy.

They became frantic, their divine bodies repeatedly colliding as release approached. Jessica dropped into place, impaled upon that throbbing steely member, and ceased to move as she climaxed once more. Marla let go, and with a cry of transcendental bliss she began to empty herself of her thick desire.

Jessica fell over her, clumsily kissing her chin and collar as surges of hot seed filled her. Torrents of it exited their tight union, pooling around their thighs as Marla held herself deep, her cock steadily throbbing and ejecting more of her gift. "Ohhh yes, Jessica my love, yes...! Yes!" With reckless abandon she drew herself back, then gave three final stabs before surrendering to the consuming bliss.

When those steady beats of release began to slow Jessica crawled forward, removing herself from that stiff dripping rod, which snapped back to wetly slap Marla's chest once freed. She ran her hand up and down, gathering sopping thick fluid in her grip as the last of it flowed from that hard beating tip. She dipped down, putting the end of Marla's cock in her mouth to lap up the remnant amount as her hand gently milked and stroked.

"Ohh darling, yes... take it all, it's yours..."

Jessica drank down that pearly ambrosia, remembering the times when she as a young woman could desire nothing else. Marla's head fell back against the mattress, and she exhaled with relief. "I missed you so much. ...It's good to have you back."

Chapter 7

If the crowd of onlookers gathered in the The Eldest's royal hall were any indication, word had spread about the meetings she was having with her southern visitors. They stood along each wall behind velvet ropes, keeping the red carpet of the central walkway clear. At the end of the hall a couple steps led up to a platform where she sat on an ornate pillow, dwarfed by her two pet tigers who sprawled lazily at each of her sides. Once again she was joined by Genera, her second in command and the original Aerotian goddess, who sat to her right on another pillow.

All eyes were on us as we - Marla, my twin sisters and myself - walked that red carpet. I noted Matthew and Ashley amongst the crowd of Lemurians, with Ashley's slender arm thrusting a portable recorder into visible range of the proceedings.

As we reached the steps leading up to her platform The Eldest held out her hand, halting us. "Thank you." We were to stand beneath her, our gazes level only because she and Genera had the luxury of sitting. She looked at Marla: "are these all the people you wish to bring?"

"Yes."

"Very good. We may begin, then."

There was a round of stern hushes, and chatter in the vast hall died down. The Lemurian citizens became silent, save for the occasional cough or shuffle.

"After having a night to ruminate on our position in this matter we've decided we feel the same as we did yesterday. You have our deepest gratitude for the assistance you are offering us... it is something we will never forget, something our generations will always be taught to appreciate. But we believe this planet must not remain as the 'Eva' you insist it to be. On that we cannot compromise."

"And in doing so you'll refuse any assistance you may need from us in the future," said Marla.

"Yes," The Eldest said.

"We've been here for so little time. We have only begun to know what this planet is capable of. Her biology is resilient, and we're going to show you how to resist it... but what of the geology, the weather? What of drought, of earthquakes, of volcanoes and fires?"

"We will not waver in the face of such threats. Our numbers will multiply, and we will build more nations who live as the ancients did."

Marla shook her head, "you're being very short-sighted. You need the security we offer."

"But at what cost does it come?" Already The Eldest's voice was beginning to show impatience. "For millennia we have lived in the shadow of humans. Finally we can start anew, on a world to call our own... and you want this planet, this world you claimed as 'Eva', to be just like Earth was?"

"Not at all, Eldest. It will always be a world of goddesses... but with the benefit of technology."

"Technology is of no benefit to us," she said darkly. "It is a human's endeavour."

"Technology is about to save Lemuria," Melissa said, cold.

There was a moment of pause. Neither ourselves nor the Lemurians had changed stance in any way. 

Eventually Marla spoke, her voice low. "Very well. Have it your way. But don't be surprised if calamity strikes, and we aren't here to help you. Don't be surprised if you're left behind, to become only a chapter in the history books of Eva."

Those harsh words had provoked The Eldest's ire. "Why would we join you when you venerate an imaginary deity, a make-believe goddess named Eva? We are goddesses, to be worshipped! ...Yet you worship myths, like humans!"

I felt a fire rising in me. Her words had left me indignant. It was my time to speak.

"I am no myth!" I shouted, my voice erupting with an unexpected authority which filled the grand hall. "I am flesh and blood, a true goddess! And make no mistake..." I stepped forward to climb one of the steps to The Eldest's platform, and I pointed a shaming finger at her, "that it was I who brought every single one of you here!"

There was a sudden roar of outrage as humans and goddesses reacted to my outburst. The tigers became agitated, stirring and looking around in confusion. One of them growled at me, rising to its haunches.

The Eldest placed a hand on that tiger's shoulder, holding it back. "What...? You... you claim to be Eva?"

"Yes, I am she."

I looked to Genera, who was for the first time ever making eye contact with me. She was staring, analyzing the tall goddess who so resembled Marla.

"Nonsense! I can see that you are one of Marla's many daughters, but-"

"So what is so nonsensical about her? Everyone knows that Eva is one of my daughters," Marla said.

"I bought Astro-X. They built ships with our dynasty's riches and mined the asteroid belt, making it the biggest corporation on Earth. We were able to put goddesses on the ships that brought us here. You owe us everything."

"I don't believe you. Lies!"

The hall erupted into chaos, a clamour of confused and quarrelsome voices. Lemurians were staring at me in equal parts anger and wonder. My mother and sisters, however, were faintly smiling. I'd chosen to make my move at just the right time.

"You owe us everything," I repeated, "and yet you insist we've been lying to you! That I never existed!"

The Eldest's eyes narrowed on me. 

"We have proof that Eva is real," Angela shouted, her clear voice somehow piercing its way through the din. She produced a stack of papers, tattered ancient sheets which she held high over her head. She slowly turned as she spoke, addressing the entire room instead of just The Eldest and Genera. "I hold copies of the papers Eva and Astro-X signed in 2014, the agreement that she had bought them."

"That can easily be forged! It means little, especially here!"

"I also have an image of Eva, as she was in 2014 only weeks before that agreement was made." She pulled out an image of me and held it up as well. My heart sank when I saw where that image was from. "Any goddess who was alive back then will recognize this old technology... it's an image from the primitive internet of Earth."

I felt humiliated, but thankfully I hadn't gotten very far into the webcam show in the picture she held. There wasn't really any indication of what I was about to do. She stood beside me at the first step up The Eldest's platform and tossed it into her lap.

"Mmm, again this could easily be forged," she said, looking down at the old printout. Despite the distasteful scowl on her face I thought I saw her confidence begin to waver. She tossed it aside. "This doesn't change my mind."

"If that doesn't nothing will," Marla said. "For your mind is closed... you simply will not accept anything that contradicts your strange little narrative."

"That's enough!" The Eldest erupted, her hands clenching into two delicate looking fists. "This meeting is finished. We have stated where we stand, and-"

Her voice was growing hard to hear as the excitable masses fed off of her outburst. We shared looks, unsure how to proceed as chaos began to unfold in that royal chamber. Guards streamed in, preventing any local persons from climbing over the rope and causing a disturbance.

Marla motioned toward the door. We left the threatening atmosphere of the Lemurian palace and headed straight for the safety of our Nexus.

Chapter 8

"Marla! Eva! Wait!"

We looked back at the sound of Ashley's voice. She and Matthew were running full tilt, and a Lemurian in a brown cloak was not far behind. Behind them more followed, some running in earnest while others simply walked. The ones that ran looked to have the worst intentions for us.

"Come on," I yelled back, beckoning toward the field where our nexuses were parked, as if it were any mystery where we were going.

We practically flew through the doors of the nexus. Angela had her hand on the switch, and before our human companions were even fully in she hit it, closing them. Inside, there was nothing the crazed locals could do to us.

"One of them got in," Marla said. I turned to see her gesturing to the figure in a hooded brown cloak who had just made it through the door. 

"I-I'm sorry! She's fast, like a goddess," Angela stammered.

"That's because I am one."

That voice. 

The figure lowered her hood, revealing a face I had known well, a face I had loved. 

"Val?!"

She blinked, surprised to hear her name. "...Yes, you could call me that. My name is Valerie. But how do you know that?"

"How do I know... what do you mean?" I said as I stepped closer to her, my voice softening as the distance between us decreased. I put my hands on her waist, feeling her slender figure beneath the rough fabric, and at that proximity I needed barely more than a whisper. "Val, baby... I missed you so much. Everyone said you couldn't have made it back to Eva, but..."

She flinched, blinking in confusion. "I... miss Eva... I don't think we've met. Please, you're embarrassing me." She stepped back, away from my touch.

A wave of coldness, a nauseating disappointment, washed over me. I didn't know how to respond. Val didn't remember me.

"Well then what are you doing in our Nexus," Melissa said.

Valerie's mouth wordlessly moved, her wide brown eyes flitting back and forth between me and my sister. Something had drawn her to me, something she was struggling to understand. "I... I'm not quite sure."

Matthew slumped into one of the chairs by the table, breathing heavily after the long run. Ashley, who had been detachedly watching, snapped to her senses and began to record.

Cautiously I stepped closer to Valerie. "You followed us here because you know we have a connection... You must have lost the memories, but you feel it."

She looked at me, and in her eyes I could see that it was true. 

"Val... Do you remember the ship? Do you remember space?"

Her gaze became distant, and I could see flickers of faint recollection surfacing in her mind. "Space... I've never been there. I'm just a book keeper."

"No," I said. "You were more than that. You flew a ship between this planet and Earth. You brought me here, to Eva! We, we were..." I began to choke up. Angela tisked, and she and her twin averted their gaze.

Slowly Valerie reached up to my cheek, and with a light touch she caught a tear as it left the corner of my eye. She was backing away from us as she looked to the drop of warm moisture on her fingertip, her expression conflicted as she neared the doorway. No one moved to stop her when she suddenly turned to slap the panel by the door. It swung open, and she ran off into the darkness.

Chapter 9

"The archive will be closing at sundown tonight."

"For The Eldest's announcement?"

"Yes."

Valerie nodded slowly, her eyes cast downward to the pages of an old book. Not a single printed word had stuck -- her mind was somewhere else. She was struggling to understand her swirling confusion of half-memories, which slowly floated to the surface of her consciousness, partially revealing themselves and their meanings before sinking back down into the thick morass of her amnesia.

"Will you be attending?"

Valerie clapped her book shut and pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes scrunched closed as she begged her mind for silence. "Oh, what's the point? We already know the outcome of the meetings with the southerners."

The other book keeper shrugged his shoulders, "well, I don't know. I thought you would want to attend. You've been very interested, involved in fact, up until now."

"Yes, but... my mind is... it's tired. I think I'll just be at home to rest."

He nodded, fascinated to see the archive's sole goddess display weakness. It was a rarity. "You don't seem yourself, goddess Valerie."

"I'm not sure what 'myself' is any more. Who I am. Things have become... unclear."

"Maybe it's best you rest then."

"I think so."

***

Yet it seemed rest was not to be so easily had. Like a pot beginning to boil, Valerie's mind was awakening and forgotten memories more quickly rising to the surface of the thinning goop, circulating at a dizzying unprocessable rate. With each step she walked on that Lemurian street, images and emotions were revealing themselves, random and disjointed from each other. Some of the things she saw... images of space, of Earthlings frozen in stasis, of being with the one they claimed to be Eva, were too unbelievable to accept.

In the distance she could already hear The Eldest's representative, projected efficiently by the Lemurian capital's acoustically tuned public amphitheatre. It was blocks away but the attending crowd had hushed and the speaker's voice was powerful and carried far.

"Thank you all for coming to attend this announcement. This is a day to remember, an event which will be retold to your children, their children and their children's children..."

Valerie stopped. At home there could be no rest, only the din of her agitated mind. For a moment she hesitated, then turned toward the announcement. "Fine, I'll attend... I brought the southerners here, I might as well see it through until the end. If only to distract from the noise in my head."

***

Behind the announcer The Eldest, Genera and a few other ranking officials sat by a white table. With broad, theatrical waves of his arms he belted out the official announcement with well practised gusto, captivating the humans and occasional goddesses in the crowd below.

"As you have probably seen, we recently had visitors from the southern nation. They came to us in extravagant, absurd flying machines, unannounced. What you did not know, is that we summoned them here, to us, to commence talks.




Goddesses Pt. 06



"The Eldest and her council had decided that, despite the tensions between our kingdoms, we needed to reach out to them to help us through our situation with the contamination. They, with their science and technology, do not suffer from the same hunger and infertility as we.

"We reached an agreement with them, and in the days to come they will be coming to end our hunger for good. They will build us a facility to house the tools they bring, and they will train our farmers to purify the soil.

"However, when they came they brought dual intents. There were demands, demands which we proud and honourable Lemurians could not satisfy. They told us that if we did not accept our nation as their property, this planet they call Eva would destroy us. They said that if we don't accept their mythology as fact, they would never help us again..."

A defiant local interjected, "I saw Eva with my own eyes! She's real!"

The announcer faltered for a moment at the interruption, but carried on: "ah, and we denied those demands. We are the true nation of goddesses, and though we have fallen on hard times we will rise above them, living still as The Eldest's people did millenia ago..."

"How do you know we won't need them again? You can't know that!"

There was a rustling in the crowd, a growing unease. As Valerie squeezed her way into the area before the amphitheatre, she realized many of her fellow citizens weren't satisfied with The Eldest's decision.

"...for time has proven by example of the thousands and thousands of years that goddesses ruled in a stable and moderate fashion on Earth, that our way is the right way, and we will not let the misguided hedonists of Eva Australis change that..."

"The goddesses of Earth perished! We need technology or we will as well!"

The Eldest had grown visibly agitated. She rose from her seat, and despite the attempts of Genera to calm her she wrenched herself away from her grasp and marched to the centre of the amphitheatre, beside the announcer.

"There will be no unrest! Do not deign to think you can counter my decision!" Her voice, like her figure, was small in comparison to the thick statue of a man who had led the announcement.

Much like it had been at the end of the meeting in The Eldest's royal hall, chaos was beginning to erupt. The Lemurian masses were hungry, and in turn they were angry and insubordinate. As civility was shed a roar of frustrated cries filled the amphitheatre with a volume against which neither The Eldest nor her announcer could compete.

Valerie doubled over, the combination of the ringing in her ears and the tumult in her head becoming too much to bear. In her mind a structure was beginning to take shape, an order to the disorganization of memories. A story was taking form, the story of her life before she awoke in the wreckage of her machine...

That machine... it was a ship. A tiny ship, from a much bigger ship, from Earth. I had to escape, it was losing air. But first I put Eva back into stasis. Eva...

She shrugged out of her brown cloak, dropping the scratchy robes of a book keeper to the ground, revealing the unclothed and conspicuously featured perfection of a goddess. With divine agility she slid through the crowd, lunging past men and women to the foot of the stage. She leaped up, landing in a crouch before The Eldest and her announcer. She stood.

"What- what are you...?!"

"The people have grown tired of your rule, Eldest."

"How dare you!"

"Your decisions are motivated by arrogance." Val turned to the crowd, her voice rising to a shout. "And The Eldest's arrogance will be the death of us all! Not today, not tomorrow... but someday, it will be so! Hers is the arrogance of the elderly, yet our nation is young!"

There was a roar of approval from the crowd. With her tanned figure and blonde curls, Val was like a golden idol whose influence could not be resisted.

"The people from the south do not wish to rule us, they only want to co exist! It doesn't matter what we call this planet, what matters is that we have unity! Only then can we safely live as the ancients did."

"How dare you," The Eldest spat, grabbing Val's arm and pulling. The announcer stepped back, not daring to stand near combative goddesses.

Val pushed her away. "And Eva is real! I have known her, I have lived with her, and just days ago she walked the streets of this city and spoke with The Eldest and her council. And still we must pretend that the one who brought us here is fiction?!"

"We've had enough!"

"Let us join the south!"

Val turned to The Eldest, smiling triumphantly as the roars of protest built, silently shocked by her sudden defiance. The dethroned matriarch was shrinking away, a look of grim dejection on her face as she realized the nation was no longer hers. Seeking some sort of support she desperately turned to Genera, whose eyes were cast down, unable to share her gaze as she rose from the table and made to leave the amphitheatre.

"About Eva, it's true," the Aerotian said to The Eldest. "I can see Jessica in her. I'm sorry things turned out this way, but I think it is best if this ends."

Chapter 10

You have an incoming Network call from Melissa Dennis.

"Hello?"

Hey. Eva, you need to come down to the waterfront right now.

"Why's that?"

Something... big... has happened. You really need to be here.

"Alright. I'm on my way."

***

The clamshell door of my vehicle opened and I stepped out into the midday light, under dressed in my simple jeans and white t shirt. The warm maritime wind was salty as it blew locks of my black and violet hair into my eyes.

What the cause for that summoning was, I hadn't a clue. I strolled down the purple wooden boardwalk, watchful for signs of whatever the great commotion was about. 

Then I saw it... a boat starkly contrasted to any of the modern seacraft at the dock. It was tall, its wooden mast reaching up into the sky, indicating its presence despite its place at the far end of the wooden walkway. Its billowing white sails were slowly lowering. Could it have been the Olive Branch?

I started to run.

As I neared it my suspicions were confirmed... it was the very same boat we'd seen weeks before, then only partially built, from our vantage point over Lemuria. Now fully formed, it was a breathtaking sight, much like many of the other regal creations of the north. I could only appreciate how huge it was in person, now that it sat docked in Evita's port. A ramp stretched down from the deck, and a crowd was gathered where it touched land.

"Eva's here."

"Get out of the way, let her in..."

Bystanders began to part. Sheepishly, I smiled and nodded my thanks to them as I stepped into the throng, which seemed to swallow me in as people refilled the spaces behind my each step.

Inside that enclosing mass of bodies Marla and the Aerotian goddess Genera stood. They turned to see me, and smiled warmly. 

"Hello, darling. Looks like we have visitors..."

"I can see that! So... I guess their boat isn't that bad after all, is it?"

Genera huffed, though she remained in good humour. "The Olive Branch is an excellent ship. It can, and will, sail every ocean, sea and river on Eva."

I nodded, though something rang uncharacteristic about her statement. Did she just refer to the planet as Eva? I'd heard that the nation was undergoing some sort of political shift, but I hadn't expected that.

The olive skinned goddess stepped aside, holding an arm out towards the ramp. "We won't waste your time. Please, you're welcome on board. The ship's captain wants to have a word with you..."

"Ah, uhm... okay." I stepped onto the creaking ramp and walked the upwards incline onto the wooden deck.

A human was looping thick purple ropes around a brass hook, securing the sails in their resting position. 

"Hello... I was told I'm supposed to see the captain?"

He waved an arm toward a stairway leading below deck. "Down there."

"Alright. Thanks."

I stepped down the wooden stairs and stood by the doorway, cautious. I pushed it open, revealing a room that was mostly darkness relative to the bright sunlight.

Entering, I saw the slender silver figure of a goddess clad in skintight material. Her back was to me, and a ponytailed mass of blonde curls bobbed between her shoulder blades as she zipped the front of her outfit up.

"Eva, do you remember this? I do... now."

Val turned to me and began to approach, one graceful leg before the other. Her full breasts bounced gently with each seductive hip rocking step.

"Your skinsuit..." Every curve and bulge of her splendid body was displayed for me, as it had been during our days in space.

"The Olive Branch is fully built... and my memories have fully returned."

"I... I can see that-"

Before I could even finish my sentence she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. We shared a searing kiss.

"Val! Val, babe," I gasped, "I don't... I don't have the words!"

She laid her forehead against mine. "There's no time for words. They're probably going to want us for something soon... But first I want you."

We joined lips again, kissing more slowly, injecting every ounce of our love into the embrace. As she tilted her head to pass her tongue along mine I slid my hands down the smooth space age material of her suit, taking in the familiar curves of her body, settling for two handfuls of her lush athletic rear. I pulled her close, letting our potent bulges rub against each other.

I was having a hard time believing the sudden turn of events. After she'd bolted out of our nexus on Lemuria I was sure I'd never see her again, yet there we were in a huge boat that she apparently captained. It was fitting that the pilot of a starship which connected two worlds, once her memories had returned, would be the captain of a seaship which had just spanned two continents.

She was starting to undo my jeans. As soon as the button and zipper were undone she was pulling the tight denim off of my hips, yet she didn't miss a beat as our tongues continued to play over each other.

She cut the kiss, slowly getting to her knees as she pulled them down my legs. I could feel her breath hot against my low hanging member as she went. Once they were gathered around my ankles she rose, hands sliding up my legs, up my stomach, into my shirt. I moaned weakly as she grabbed my breasts, stepping into me so I roughly landed against the wall, leaving my jeans discarded where I'd stood.

She was kneading handfuls of me, her eyes alight with a firey lust. I could feel her growing hard against my bare thigh, her cock deliciously restrained. My own was beginning to rise up, tracing a path along the inside of her leg. 

We joined lips once more, tenderly kissing. She shifted sideways, opening up a much needed space for me lest my growing hardness became bent between our bodies. In that skinsuit, she could have no such relief. She cupped the underside of my shaft in her hand, sliding it along my length, reacquainting herself with it as it grew to its full sixteen inches. Feeling the blood rush into my immense tool, I tilted my hips into her motions with a hungry moan.

Tired of the bondage of her skinsuit, she stepped back. I laid there against the wall, my cock stiffly jutting straight out before me, throbbing and swaying in reaction to her departure. I was naked save for my white t shirt, which was hiked up over my chest. She reached to her collar, slender fingers grasping the zipper to her skinsuit, and with one quick movement she ripped it down to her crotch. Her breasts pushed the tense material wide open, bouncing out of their compression with a vitality that made me groan. I could see the beginning of her shaft, the rest travelling down the majority of her thigh, still tightly constrained and outlined in detail. Staring at it, I licked my lips, hungry for her.

She pulled her arms out of the suit, then brought it down her slender torso. She peeled it off of her free leg, then got to one knee to ease it off of the other. Her cock sprung free, and she gave a soft moan of relief.

"Oh god, Val..."

She rose to her feet, kicking the suit off, looking gorgeous and powerful in her nude, aroused potency. Gracefully she turned to her bed, and as one we made the short trip, our long erections flagrantly swinging with each step.

She turned to me and fell back onto the sheets. I flung my shirt off and swooped down onto her, and we began to kiss with a maddened lust. We squeezed and massaged each others breasts, my own overflowing out of her insufficient grasp. Our hips sinuously rocked, hard midshafts grinding hot against each other as they lay squeezed between our bodies. Precum was starting to drip down onto her sternum as two twin dribbles of lubricating nectar.

"I'm sorry I forgot you... I forgot everything. But it all eventually came back, once you came to Lemuria. How can I make it up to you?"

"To start, you could make love to me."

"Oh god, yes of course... But first... I want to taste you again."

"Mmm... alright."

I shuffled my way over her, eventually kneeling over her stomach. Stroking my tense length, I tilted myself forward so the end would hang just over her chin. It was nodding to the excited pace of my heartbeat, so long and engorged. 

"Ooh babe, my stud..." One of her hands joined mine, and we slowly made the long trip to and away from my body. She was licking her lips, cross-eyed as she focused on my pink helmet. She slowly parted them and enveloped me in her heat.

"Oh Val, yes... I missed this so much."

"Mmmh," she purred, her eyes rolling behind shut lids as her strokes deepened. Her touch had me throbbing even harder as she milked me into her throat. I fell to all fours over her, losing the will to hold myself upright. Shutting my eyes, my world became her hands sliding slipperily up and down my cock, as her tongue lashed against the tip.

The taste of an avid moonberry drinker's pre had her almost unnaturally aroused, for despite the very significant weight of her fourteen inch erection it had risen stiffly off of her torso and was pressing insistently against my sac, giving angry throbs. 

I began to drag myself along it with little shakes of my hips, which pushed myself deeper into her mouth. I wanted her in me. She moaned softly, still busy with my cock, taking the resultant stabs against her tonsils without any sign of protest. The rim of my entrance was kissing her undershaft as it repeatedly slid by, quietly begging to be filled.

She was so hard, and burning with the heat of her pent up want. Looking down to her, I caught her gaze, and saw that her cravings were aligning with my own. She let go, her head falling back against the mattress, leaving my drooling tip bobbing above her.

"Okay," I mumbled softly. I backed away a bit. She nodded, her eyes locked with mine as she took her length in her hand, swinging it skyward and spreading her slippery precum over each taut inch. I rose, carefully positioning myself as she aimed the hot tip so it could sit against my pucker, my every movement having my own swinging back and forth between my thighs.

"Oooh, damn..." I wasn't normally the catcher, but for her I would make the exception. Dropping down a bit, there was a brief sting as she began to enter me. The collar just beneath the head of her cock was practically being strangled. Slowly, I descended.

"Ungh, god!" There was so far to go. Inch after inch of her slowly slid into me, so hot and hard. She sat up, and with a rigid wobble my shaft smacked against her chest. 

I felt a hard jolt within me, followed by the liquid heat of a spurt of precum as it bathed me from within. She shuddered with joy, "oh Eva..." We joined lips in a kiss, our lower bodies gyrating gently for a gradual start to our rut.

Once our lips had parted I rose, then slid myself down once more as she pushed her hips up slightly, which padded against my rear. We began to assume an easy rhythm, with each of us equally working to pass her length in and out of its improbable hiding place. At each meeting of our bodies my cock shuddered from the slight impact, the leverage transferred into a heavy slapping against her sternum.

She silenced the pre-slicked impacts of my cock, catching it in her hand as it swung down for another blow. "Ever since I regained my memories, I've been dreaming of sucking on your huge dick." Smiling softly, she directed the tip back into her mouth and slowly stroked. "Mmmm..." 

I continued with that rhythm, increasing it according to the cravings of my body. The simultaneous sensation of her working my cock as she stretched and filled me had me moaning with joyful pleasure, and already I could feel the burgeoning threat of release.

"Oh Val baby... you're gonna make me cum!"

She could respond with nothing else but the surge of force she suddenly applied with her hips, brutally striking me deep and transferring a feel of impending explosiveness to my huge cock.

"God, more babe!"

She continued to stab away at me, and I could feel her fitful throbs promising climax, dip within. She spat my cock out of her mouth, though she stroked it even more frantically. "Oh Eva, oh yes, yes...!"

Gasping helplessly, she hilted herself in me, and with mighty shudders her hot seed repeatedly bathed me from within. I let go, and my cum erupted out of my towering tool, columns of white nectar shooting high from where it stood between our heaving bodies.

We converged upon the tip of my cock, our lips meeting as we, moaning with ecstasy, received the subsequent torrents of cum as they splashed off our faces. Her hand was still flying up and down my seizing shaft, commanding me to continue to unload. Meanwhile our thighs were sliding over each other, lubricated by the waves of creamy ejaculant that coated her sac and inundated the bedsheets.

As our climaxes began to subside we shared a look, realizing how completely blasted we were by what had just taken place. Our modesty was returning and we began to giggle, with Val even blushing slightly. She offered a few gentle licks to the creamy tip of my cock, still hard as it swayed between us. "That was really good."

I nodded, smiling dreamily. "I thought I'd never have that back." Dodging that dribbling head, I shared a passionate, cum drenched kiss with her.

There was then the sudden sound of footfalls on the wooden steps outside the room. "Oh, shit!" We made a frantic move to cover ourselves up with the stained blankets, unable to make any more drastic attempts to hide when she still lay hard within me. The door creaked open.

"Ah, Eva... oh!"

It was my mom, and Genera was only a step behind her. They held champagne flutes in their hands. "Oh, oh god... I'm sorry darlings! Let me, let me just set these down here..."

She placed two of the glasses down on a nearby table and quickly left, shutting the door behind her. I could hear her and Genera giggling as they climbed the stairs.

"Well... that was embarrassing."

"Ugh, yeah. She scared the stiff out of me," Val said.

I rose, and her semi-hardened cock slid out of me and wetly landed on her thigh. I got off of her lap and sat down beside her. "Damn it... What was that all about?"

"Well, I guess now that we've been properly reacquainted an explanation is in order... 

"We came to this southern port to share news of developments in Lemuria. The Eldest has been overthrown, by the will of the people and the goddesses that reside beneath her. At this point no one but her believes in her conspiracy theories about Eva Australis. We're ready to coexist with your nation."

I wrapped an arm around her waist, cozying up to the slender tanned body of my love. "And you don't think we're going to invade your life and culture with horrible technology?"




Goddesses Pt. 06



"No, I don't think we'd let that happen. If any of us wants to live that way, I think they'd be free to move south... and vice-versa, if the simple life appeals to any your people."

"That sounds great. So who has taken The Eldest's place?"

"The original Aerotian goddess and my ancestor Genera has, along with the rest of the head committee. She's a much more level headed woman than The Eldest. I think it's better this way."

"Me too."

She nodded brightly, though her gaze was lowered. She was stroking a hand along my inner thigh, her touch sliding along with the help of our generous coating of cum as she gazed down at my cock. Though softened it had barely shortened and was lying on the bed like half of a slender third leg. I sensed she was already considering a second round.

"So... what are the chances of you staying here with me," I said.

Looking up to me, her lustful reverie had been broken. Bad news was coming. If only I'd asked later, we could have had some more fun! "Oh... No, I can't do that. I have a life in Lemuria. And now that my memories are back, and the government has shifted, I've become very important."

I nodded slowly, thoroughly disappointed. "...Okay."

"I'm sorry," she said, getting up to retrieve our two champagne glasses. I watched her as she went, longing to keep her. She handed me my glass and returned to my side. "What if you moved north with me?"

I shook my head. "No... I can't do that. I have a life here, also."

"That's sad..."

I nodded. "I'll visit, though. We'll keep contact."

"Yes, definitely."

"Good," I said. I leaned in and placed a loving peck on her lips. "A toast, then. To the future of Eva, now that our nations are united."

She raised her glass, "...and to our futures as well."

We clinked glasses and downed the crisp beverage, melancholy yet optimistic for times to come.

***

So there you have it folks. That is the story of me, Eva Dennis, the girl who changed the game for goddesses forever. Through ups and downs, victories and defeats, we began with a lonesome life on Earth... yet here we are now two centuries later on an alien planet. A planet named after me, where I am the darling of two young nations.

If I could rewrite areas of it, I would. I'd update the parts where I should have done things differently, leaving more of my dignity intact. I'd portray myself to have always been strong, to have always known what was coming and what had to be done, like Marla. But that would be dishonest... and maybe a bit boring.

Now that Lemuria and Eva Australis are at peace Val and I occasionally visit each other by travel nexus. We're keeping in touch, and our meetings are always... pleasant. Nevertheless we've both settled into our own separate lives, with she becoming an important Lemurian goddess and myself willfully fading into the background. 

I'm running a moonberry orchard on an island outlying Eva Australis, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. They say I've bred the most potent and sought after moonberries money can buy. Of that, I'm proud... though I wonder if my reputation has people exaggerating the worth of it!

That's really all there is to my life now, and I'm fine with that. I've chosen this, and I like it. I've grown to enjoy the periods of solitude out here on my island, with just me and my workers, the fruit and the alien soil. After all the angst of thinking I was the only one of my kind, I've learned that I like to be alone.

 ~ FIN ~

Whether you were here only for the steamy love scenes or you stayed for the unfolding (epic?) story, I would like to thank you for reading GODDESSES. A fair chunk of my heart and soul went into this, and I am grateful for every person who has followed it. Until I write again... farewell. :)

- Genera Z