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The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 01

By: GeneraZ



The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)

Chapter 1

"It is time, my daughter."

Genera nodded solemnly and rose to her feet. Her ceremonial garb -- loose, shimmering layers of beautifully patterned and warm coloured material, fell about her to hang from her shoulder and breast to the ground, hiding her footsteps. Her pace was unsure, perhaps even a little timid, but the priestesses had spoken. It was she who would be honoured on that day, as none others had been for generations.

Her mother's gaze was cast downward as Genera slowly passed through the sandstone doorway of the waiting room into the temple's main hall. Soon she would no longer be her daughter. Soon she would be honoured as the matron and indeed also the patron of her people, a symbolic birthgiver to all who inhabited their secluded archipelago. It was a custom that had existed for millenia, unchanged by the distractions of the modern world.

She stood before the headpriestess. Behind her the devout had all gathered in that hall, standing in rows by the wall, their eyes all fixed upon her.

"Are you ready, Genera Zechmari?"

She nodded once. "Yes, headpriestess," she whispered.

"Then we shall begin." The headpriestess shut her eyes, taking a moment to gather herself. "Today is a day our people have awaited for a long, long time. Today, my beautiful dear, is the beginning of your eighteenth year. Yet we have waited far longer than that. For lifetimes we have been without a goddess. None still live who can recall a time when one walked amongst us. Yet our legend, our most precious and unchanging possession, has dictated that this day would come. Finally, it has, and now it is not only legend that we shall cherish. There is no doubt amongst us, that you, brightest star, are our goddess!"

Those dramatic words brought a rush of excitement from the villagers, a sound of wonderment and exaltation that reverberated warmly off of the ancient walls.

"We look to you now, to deliver our little nation the divine gifts that were promised to us in legend. We look to you to bring us the wisdom, fertility and order that was once so common to us."

Genera nodded again. How she could manage to deliver on such a promise, she did not yet know. But surely it was true. Since the day she was chosen, she had been taught that it was so, and so every day since had been living in anticipation of this strange, holy day. 

At first it was only her closest relatives who believed that she, a strangely androgynous little child, might be the one. But the priestesses knew of her, and quietly they had watched. As the years passed and she matured, all doubt vanished. Like the rest of the girls, she had come into rich bloom at the onset of puberty, but hers was of a dual nature. For it she was revered as a sort of princess, held separate from the rest of the tiny island nation's youth. 

The headpriestess stepped closer, and with an impassioned little puff she embraced Genera. "My dear, it brings... it brings me such joy," she stuttered, her flat ceremonial tone giving way to one of heartfelt gratitude, "...to be the one to finally perform this rite for our people. May I... may I unveil you now?"

Genera took a deep breath. "Yes, headpriestess. You may."

The people were rapt, staring in anticipation of what was to come. Mouths hung agape as villagers stepped closer, bunching together to see the unveiling of their new goddess.

Genera shut her eyes and spread her arms, palms facing outward, as the headpriestess and two of her subordinates removed the ceremonial robe. There was a collective gasp, an intake of air that seemed to remove all oxygen from the room once they beheld her.

She truly was divinely blessed. She was like the ancient rain worn statues that lined their oldest streets. Like the traditional figurines that every follower of the old ways had somewhere in their home. She was like the original mother-father goddess; not a facsimile but of the same form.

They had all known her face well enough, a mysterious young beauty with long, tightly curled black locks of hair who was being kept in the temple. They had spoken rumours of her, speculating as to whether she really would be all that the priestesses promised. Now they saw that it was true.

Her body was olive skinned perfection. She was athletic yet feminine, slender yet curvy at her generous breast, waist and hip. This was of no surprise, for it was common among the women and girls that inhabited those islands to be so blessed, though she was especially so. The thing that was so surprising, that made it so evident that she was their chosen one, was the prodigious male features she bore between her legs. They hung low, unaroused and soft, yet in that state she was already as large as the proudest of the village's men. It was her legendary trait of divinity.

"All hail Genera, goddess of Aerotia!"

"HAIL!"

***

The ceremony had ended and all had left the temple, save for Genera and her chosen two. She had selected a pair of girls her own age, best friends from her childhood whom she'd lost touch with once the priestesses had taken her in. 

They stood before her now in near silence, needing to speak only whispers. The years had been very kind to them, and indeed it wasn't merely their past friendships that had Genera choosing them as her first worshippers. They had blossomed into beauty, their young bodies trim yet blessed in ways that had kept them in her mind through all the years she'd spent hidden away, catching only glimpses of her old friends as they matured. They were dressed to flatter the fact in clothing designed to tempt her lust, showcasing lush cleavage and leaving nothing else to the imagination with scant transparent fabrics that stopped where their thighs began.

"Genera, we are... honoured," said Drea. Laene, the shyer of the two, nodded her agreement. "We thought you would have forgotten us, since it's been so long since we used to play..."

"I could never forget you. You were always my favourite friends. I wanted to be with you always, instead of studying tradition with the priestesses..."

"Well, we'll be by your side now, whenever possible," Laene said.

Drea smirked, "yes... there will be plenty of time, now, for us to 'play'."

Genera giggled softly, perhaps slightly bashfully, and the other two did the same. Their laughter was cathartic, relieving them of some of their tension.

"So... what now?" Laene said.

"Well... the rest of the village will be in a fit if we don't begin our first fertility rites soon," Genera said. "Until then, they can have no feast."

Laene nodded slowly, her trepidation barely hidden. An entire harvest of wine was waiting on them, along with all of the delicious varieties of food their island could produce. "Yes, of course."

"Are you nervous, Laene?" Genera said.

"We both are," Drea replied.

"Well, it may not seem very goddess-like of me, but I am also. Perhaps this new life of ours will take a little getting used to."

"Well... we might as well get started, then," Drea said. She stepped close and took one of Genera's hands in her own. Laene saw this and did the same. At that proximity their bodies were, for the first time since childhood, touching, and Genera could smell the intoxicating aroma of their perfume in the hot air as it rose from their temptingly presented chests, which glistened bronze in the heat.

At that scent, the sensation of their contact and the blatant displaying of their beauty, Genera was beginning to feel what it was to be their goddess, and as the moment carried on her interest became plain to see. The two girls gawked at the sight of her gown as it rose away from her hips, tenting out before her as her divine trait grew larger than they had ever expected, even after the unveiling ceremony that had just taken place. 

Laene looked like she'd seen a ghost, while Drea bit down on her lip in a flush of lust. Their goddess began to shiver with excitement.

"We'd better begin, then," Genera said. She guided them into her private chambers.

Chapter 2

The sound of their door opening and being shut, a purse being dropped upon the table at the entrance. Marla was home. No need to get up, or even say anything. Jessica gazed down at the traffic below their condo, at cars whizzing past, transporting an endless flow of people to an endless variety of mundane tasks. 

They had seen the world together, and it was an amazing experience, but after two decades the experience had become dull. In the end it was always the same: luxury wherever they went, that same love for each other, and children. There was always children. It was predictable, a product of their very specific biological imperatives. By now they had created a dozen young orphans, who were growing up as goddesses among the human race and continuing their pattern with human women of their own choosing. And yet Jessica was no worse for wear, in fact from a physical standpoint she was just as youthful as she was the day she and Marla had met, herself just an eighteen year old then. 

That wasn't to say their partnership hadn't left her changed... far from it, in fact. She was still human, but only by a general definition. Her mind was acute and quick, a sponge for information. She was immune to disease, quick to heal, and eternally youthful. Should she find herself in danger, her sheer strength was enough to handle it... Yet she didn't look intimidating in the least, unless one was intimidated by beauty, for that was something which she had no shortage of. With a face like a Disney princess mated to a body from someone's wildest wet dream, she had caught Marla's attention as a young lady... But her innocence, sweetness and good hearted nature were what had won the goddess over, and over the breadth of a year Marla had shared her gift with Jessica. Now she had grown into an idol of lust, her slender elegance graced with curves and a truly voluminous bust that practically defied belief. Everywhere she went eyes were on her, be it with jealousy or desire. 

Together they had lived as their instincts had dictated, doing their best to fill the world with more of their kind. It was a strange way of life, but it was theirs. It was written in their genes. 

She had become sullen. She was dissatisfied with the stagnant state of her life. To acknowledge the fact was heart breaking for her, for she still loved Marla deeply, but she had a nagging, barely acknowledged feeling that it was time to move on and start something new.

Marla sat down by her and fixed her gaze downwards, likewise staring at the river of asphalt and steel below. "We can see everything from up here."

Jessica nodded. She reached out and gently took one of Marla's hands, still silently watching.

"Is something wrong, darling?"

She shrugged. Briefly looking up, she saw that the violet eyes of her lover were no longer on the city below, but fixed intently on her. "I..." At a loss for words she sighed and averted her gaze tiredly.

"You what, darling?" There was a tense pause. It had been a long while since they had a conversation such as this, where she with her centuries of experience had to guide Jessica through her uncertainty to get what needed to be said out in the open. "You seem to have grown... tired. Yet you're restless."

Jessica nodded again, returning her gaze to Marla. She could tell that she knew what she was feeling, that she had probably seen it before. "Yes, that's true."

"I've noticed it for a while now. Too long, in fact."

Jessica shrugged again.

"Well... what can I say, except to point out that you have your whole life ahead of you... and what a long, long life that will be. We just celebrated our twentieth anniversary, and it was a quiet affair. But twenty years is nothing compared to the centuries that lie ahead."

"What are you trying to say?" Though her words were cryptic Jessica could read Marla, and those implications, coupled with what she herself felt, fed her despair.

"I'm saying... that," Marla said, searching for the right words. "That what you are feeling is normal, and I have expected it. What I'm saying is that, if you feel like the time has come..."

Jessica eyes were starting to well up, beautiful emerald jewels glistening as the cause of her sadness was realized. "Oh, no... Marla!" She fell into Marla's arms, suddenly sobbing.

"It's all up to you, darling. Your choice. I'll always be doing what I've done... that will never change. But your journey has only begun." She tenderly stroked Jessica's reddish gold hair as she clung tight.

"I don't want to... I don't know what I'll do! I feel like we've built something, something wonderful, but we've spent years just standing outside of it and admiring. For far too long."

"Shhh... darling. Give it a little more time, and you'll know where you need to be."

Jessica nodded, wiping a tear from her eye as she rested her head against Marla's breast. 

Chapter 3

When she and her two chosen ones had emerged from the temple they were met with roars of applause and adoration. The entire village had been gathered outside, patiently waiting for a sign that the first blessed consummation had been fulfilled. As the people cheered casks of wine were opened, and the revelry began.

It was an epic festival the likes of which had never been seen in Aerotia for generations. Long tables stretched across the main square, heaped with food. The drinks were endless. There was music, dancing, and soon enough plenty of mischief and chaos.

The following morning Genera found herself peacefully pacing about the temple grounds, dressed in a light pink sarong that wrapped her from breast to knees beautifully. It was poised to become her trademark outfit, as it fitted her more comfortably than anything else. Though the fabric was thin and translucent it encircled her form enough times to become opaque and give her cover. There were no long trailing bits to step on, no dangling jewels to get snagged and cause tears as she moved, so she favoured it above any of the more complicated and 'goddess-like' looks the priestesses were offering. She fancied herself more like a princess of Aerotia than such, anyway.

All of her old clothing had been stored away the day of her ceremony, replaced with generally regal looking outfits. Before she dressed modestly, feeling self conscious about the unique features she bore, for she'd wished not to attract any undue attention. Things were different now and her new wardrobe made no efforts to hide the fact; the priestesses wished to show off the most beautiful one in all of their island kingdom. Everything showed more than it hid, revealing plenty of mocha skin, showcasing the slender athleticism and fertile curves of her body, letting her very generous chest and lower blessings bounce and swing freely.

Her rich mass of curling black locks was tied up into a bushy ponytail that fell behind her to her elbows. On her ears golden hoops hung, which matched the gleaming precious band which circled her upper arm. Her look was an exotic fusion of the Mediterranean antiquities.

It was quiet, moreso than usual. No merchants tended to their stands, no carts were pulled through the streets. It was essentially a statutory holiday, a much needed day of recovery. 

She had taken part in the festivities, but conservatively so. Unlike most (and this included even the priestesses), she hadn't felt any of the Dionysian impulses that had consumed the rest of her people, and so she awoke that morning feeling only the slightest bit of a headache. It was enough to add a hint of confusion to her tumultuous thoughts. She didn't quite understand how she felt about the outcome of the night's ceremony. 

She was a goddess now, the idol of her island kingdom. It was foretold that she would bring a new age of prosperity and productivity to the little nation. But how could she possibly do such a thing? She felt no different than before, when she was just a girl whom the priestesses kept hidden away from the rest of the village.

Genera found herself reminiscing to more innocent times, when she and her two best friends would play together. They were inseparable, and she cherished those memories. Back then she hadn't revealed to them that she was something slightly different. 

Those who raised her knew that a day would come when she, the child of a mere farming family, would be announced as the goddess foretold in legend. Once puberty had begun to flourish the promise of a goddess became clear, so the priestesses took her in. No longer could she play with Drea and Laene, for the years to follow were spent in preparation for the role she would accept on her eighteenth birthday.

With sorrow she would occasionally glimpse them from afar, and the occasions were so widely dispersed that every time she did so she could see the changes as they grew into beautiful young women. Her childhood affections for them changed too as her sexuality unfolded. She knew years ahead of time that if she truly was Aerotia's goddess, she would have them as her worshippers.

There was Drea. From childhood she still had those rare green eyes, her thick black curls always kept no longer than neck length to compliment her slightly heart shaped face. The rest of her had matured though, filling out gorgeously to become a figure that was blessed even by Aerotian standards. She was the entire package, and Genera didn't think it would be long until they would both be able to share the pleasure of worship.

Laene had always been slightly smaller, a very petite and delicately built girl. She stood a couple inches shorter than Genera and Drea, and was also a good deal smaller in the chest, but her sex appeal was in no way diminished, for after her tiny waist her hips and rear had swollen into a truly magnificent rounded bottom that wiggled sumptuously when she moved, often causing her to be the subject of Genera's fantasy. She was also especially pretty, and her wavy black hair was always tied up into a short ponytail to display the fact. 

Now Genera had them back in her life, as had been promised to her for years. That was enough to make her uncertainty worthwhile. The celebrations of that night did not compare to the pleasures those two had given her.

The mere thought was tempting her desire. After sufficiently surveying the squalor that surrounded her temple she decided she'd head back inside, before the midmorning heat set in. Perhaps Laene and Drea would be ready for another session of worship.

In her chambers she saw Drea lying in basically the same position as when Genera awoke. Her black neck length curls were in a disarray, hiding a face of deep sleep. Laene was nowhere to be seen, though... she must have quietly slipped out as Genera was taking in the morning scene.

She crouched over Drea, stroking her cheek softly. The girl barely responded at first, evidently quite exhausted, but slowly she began to awaken.

"Hmm... Genera, my goddess," she murmured as she half opened her eyes. "The morning has come too soon."

Genera got to her knees, smiling gently, patiently. "Yes. It seems for most of the village, this morning will be missed. Do you know where Laene has gone?"

Drea turned to look where Laene had laid, one of the fine velvet couches in Genera's new bed chamber. "She's gone. Perhaps she felt sick this morning and wanted to be alone. She did have a long night..."

"I suppose," Genera said as she got to her feet.

Drea also rose, having quickly regained her alertness. "I was very moderate, on the other hand," she said. "I wanted to be in a fit condition for our first morning of worship."

Genera smiled as Drea, still deliciously garbed in the tiny translucent outfit she'd worn during their first rite, stepped closer. "You certainly are in a wonderful condition," she whispered. 


The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 01



Drea's eyes seem to glow with pride at those words. She was truly devout, and seeked only to please the one whom she believed to be divine. As Genera wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled their bodies together, Drea's lips parted and she released the softest sigh of desire. Their mouths met in a heated kiss.

Genera wasted no time in slipping her hands up the back of Drea's little gown, indulgently squeezing at her round cheeks. The young beauty responded by pulling out of that kiss and pushing Genera back. She flung her only article of clothing away. At the sight of that perfect nubile body Genera groaned, her desires palpable as a weight began to descend down her thigh.

"Oh, goddess," Drea sighed. Daringly she pushed Genera again to fall upon the couch where Laene had slept. With a deft, breast jostling pounce she sat herself over her lap, again seeking a kiss as she hotly ground her bare sex against her. She was searching out the form of her shaft with each pass, tracing herself up and down its length as it grew harder and longer. 

Were it not for the seemingly unbreakable seal of their lips Genera would have cried out with surprise. Drea's actions were so unlike the previous night, her uncertainty supplanted by a deliberate determination to have her goddess hard and wanting. Genera was precisely that, her shaft's pulsing form becoming almost painfully so as it spanned the majority of her thigh's length, an unmistakeable hot pillar of stiffness beneath airy material.

As she cupped Genera's cheek in her hand Drea slowly pulled back out of that kiss, then dismounted, never breaking eye contact. Released, Genera's member sprang up off of her leg, still gently imprisoned by her light clothing. "I'm so fortunate," Drea whispered. Genera untied her sarong, and her worshipper watched it flutter off of her upper body to reveal her slender yet toned torso and very abundant, firm breasts.

Genera rose and her outfit, essentially just a sheet of beautiful fabric, fell off of her hips to hang suspended on her turgid, pulsing cock. Filling her grip with that thickness, Drea slowly traced her hand up and down, feeling every vascular feature of her through the smooth, thin material. "I always thought they were exaggerating, that ancient legends had become inaccurate," she whispered as she got to her knees. "But it's true... no man can challenge a goddess." With her eyes glazed over in her captivation, she ripped away that sheet, revealing it all. 

She didn't waste another moment, then plunging the tip of Genera's cock into her mouth, tonguing at that tense hot flesh eagerly. Her actions elicited a low moan of surprised pleasure from Genera. "Ohh... oh, this is very different from last night!"

Drea grasped her dry mid-length and began to stroke steadily, keeping Genera stimulated as she released the tip to speak: "Last night was a strange new experience for me, but now I have confidence. All that the old legends promised the faithful is here, so I shall fulfil my own part of that promise and become fit for your seed."

After declaring such a vow Drea again took her into her mouth. Genera just moaned, unable to respond under such pleasing circumstances. For Drea and Laene to 'become fit for her seed' meant they would constantly give her that treatment, for the ancient writings instructed that doing so would gradually change them into beings suitable to be her mate. Impatient, Genera already wanted to drag Drea into her bed and enter her, bringing their worship to new heights. With time it was promised that she and Laene would be ready, but at so early a stage there was no good to be had in that. Instead she limply fell back onto the couch, so very glad to let the worship continue.

Her cock pointed straight upwards as she sat, so the girl had no need to crouch any lower to keep contact with Genera. Gravity brought the early fluids of her arousal mingled with Drea's spit slowly down, and soon Drea was able to slide her hand up and down with ease. "Yes, like that. Use both now... faster!"

Drea nodded, her only sound the steady gulping of her throat as she sucked and tongued. As her hands rocketed up and down she could feel her goddess growing tense, that massive tool becoming even harder as she neared climax. Gazing up at her, she was proud to see Genera breathing heavily, her cheek pinned to the cushion as she approached ecstasy.

"Oh my... Drea, I'm about to release!"

The girl just nodded again, the excitement showing in her eyes. Dutifully she continued to milk until Genera gave an impassioned groan, and with a hard jolt the first burst of her seed flowed forth. The thick fluid coated Drea's tongue as she sucked it down, not missing a drop as she invited shot after creamy shot. 

As her flow began to diminish Genera could take no more, so she tilted her hips away, demonstrating to Drea that she'd had enough. The girl released her from her mouth, though she still held that cock in her hand, even slicker now as the occasional stray bit of cum slowly escaped. "I mustn't miss any," she said, then beginning to trail her tongue up and down the long shuddering hardness of Genera's post-orgasmic cock.

"God... no, you mustn't. Have it all Drea... have it and soon I should be able to give you pleasures of my own."

"I want nothing more than that, my goddess."

Chapter 4

"You've decided," Marla said. Her first words that day, yet they were a statement, not a question. They were in bed and the rising sun was just beginning to leak into their room.

"Yes," Jessica said. "I have."

"I can't ask you not to be sad... I only wish for you not to be sad for me."

Jessica just blinked, unsure how she should reply.

Marla got out of bed, "we'll continue this conversation over breakfast." She kissed Jessica on the cheek and made her way to the kitchen.

***

Breakfast went by with barely a word spoken. Jessica stared down at the crumbs on her plate, clasping her warm coffee cup between her hands. Hesitantly, she broke the silence: "I... I'm going to miss you, a lot."

Marla smiled warmly, "and I will miss you, darling. Very much. But don't linger on this." She took a sip of her coffee, "I have been through this many times. Our kind of relationship, the joining of goddesses... does not last forever. After long enough, when there have been enough children, the desire to move on takes over. It is instinctual as much as it is emotional."

"I suppose so. I never thought it would last forever, but... I guess I just didn't want to think about it."

Marla nodded. "Yes. Even after twenty years you are still having to learn what our way of life is... to make sense of the innate drives I have instilled in you."

Jessica's eyes narrowed, "so when you asked me not to be sad for you... is that because you've been through this a billion times already? So it's no big deal, really?"

"Jessica..."

"I mean, twenty years must be like nothing to you."

"Darling, please, no!" Marla got up, coming around the kitchen table to kneel before Jessica. She took her hands, holding them firmly. "Jessica, beautiful, sweet Jessica. No, that is not what I meant at all. You have been by far... the most wonderful, sensual... you are..." Marla stopped, finding no words suitable to express herself. It was a rare occurrence. "You are innocence and purity, temptation and lust, comfort and kindness, all wrapped up in one beautiful fiery haired woman. I have never cherished one such as I do you, and I don't think I ever will."

Jessica thought she'd slept off her emotions, but again a tear began to streak down her cheek.

"And yes, twenty years for me does seem too short. But when the time for change comes, we cannot resist it. I could not keep you here any longer, when your heart desires something new."

"I understand, Marla. I'm so sorry..."

Marla cut her off, "no, enough of that. I asked you not to pity me."

Jessica nodded, firming up.

"Good. Now, do you know what you are going to do? Where you will go?"

"I haven't got a clue. All I've ever known, in roughly equal parts, is my childhood in the orphanage, and being with you."

"I thought as much," Marla said as she rose to again take her seat. Jessica reached out to her, still wanting her touch, so they joined hands across the table. "I know of a place, then... a good place for you to start. Somewhere where the people know of our kind, and appreciate us."

"Oh...? I thought we were a secret."

"Essentially yes, and that obscure place might as well also be secret. No one goes there, and the people there don't leave. You could say they are stuck in the past..."

Jessica smiled despite her teary eyes, ready for yet another of Marla's descriptions of ancient fantastic times and places. It had been too long since she had one of those."Tell me more..."

"It is a collection of small islands, somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean. Roughly equidistant from the various seaside nations, it is as if the islands couldn't decide if they belonged to Europe, Northern Africa or the Middle East. When last I checked, which may have been a while now, the territory belonged to Italy.

"As I said, the people there know of our kind. They know of the ancient history that surrounds us. To this day they still worship images of beings such as myself. They cannot help it, for, however thinly their generations upon generations have watered it down, the blood of goddesses is in their veins.

If you go there you will see it. They all look much the same... olive skinned, rich black hair that falls down in lustrous curls... but the men are tall and strong, handsome in a most masculine way. Excellent breeding stock. And the women are beautiful... so very beautiful, so fertile. When I last visited..." Marla trailed off. "Uhm, sufficed to say... You would be welcome there." 

"Huh. Sounds like a fairy tale..."

Marla smiled, "but hasn't your life been a fairy tale? With you as the princess?"

Jessica blushed. "I guess..."

"However out of place you might feel there, coming from the modern west, you will probably feel far worse on your own in this complicated yet primitive world humans have created." 

"Yes... I've been living in a bubble, haven't I?"

Marla nodded, "indeed you have. Why don't we let this place be a staging ground for you, a comfortable place for you to learn how to coexist with humans, while you plan your next step."

"Okay. So, what is this place called?"

"Aerotia."

Chapter 5

Drea spotted her in her casual wear, strolling down the other side of the road. "Laene! Laene," she called, waving her arm. Laene just waved back while smiling faintly, so Drea hastily ran over to her. 

"Hello, Drea."

"Hello Laene. Where did you go, yesterday morning?"

She blinked, then continued walking. "I went home," she said.

"You... went home," Drea repeated with a tone of disbelief. She was moving alongside Laene now. "Why did you go there?"

"Because... because it's my home, Drea," she said with a chuckle.

"Because it's your... Laene, the temple is our home now."

She shrugged her shoulders carelessly.

"It's already the late afternoon following the day you left the temple, and we had no word from you? How is that a good way for us to start as Genera's chosen worshippers?"

Laene shrugged again, though the way she cast her eyes downwards seemed to suggest guilt.

"We have more than everything we could need to be at home in the temple... where we belong. Why are you doing this?"

Laene stopped, turning to face Drea."Will you stop asking me these questions? You are not my mother!"

"Well. These are questions I, the priestesses and Genera want answered. I thought you were pleased to be chosen!"

As other townsfolk walked by Laene lowered her voice, stepping closer to speak. "Drea... I did not choose to be Genera's worshipper. I had no choice at all in the matter, in fact. Now I would rather live as I would have chosen."

"Don't you want the next goddesses to be your children? To become immortal and wise?"

Laene huffed. "I don't know if any of that immortality and strength and wisdom stuff is true. It sounds like ancient nonsense, in fact."

"Well the legends foretold that we would have a goddess someday, and here she is among us. Our Genera, our childhood friend, carries the blood of goddesses. So if that is true, why not the rest?"

"You see, that's just the thing. We knew her for years, until the priestesses decided she was the one and took her away. Did she seem like some sort of goddess to you, back then?"

Drea's mouth moved but she had no reply..

"Exactly. She was just a little girl, like you and I. In fact, I don't think even she believes it's true! She's so unsure of herself. She's still just a girl."

"...You saw her. You and I were with her... She is no mere girl."

"Yes we were. And that's another thing," Laene said as she stepped even closer, speaking then with barely more than a whisper. "She is... truly, astoundingly, enormous! How am I supposed to enjoy that? Why, Hector is already so big it hurts me, and he is half her size."

Again Drea huffed, grabbing Laene's arm sternly, "Hector?! Have you been with him, since the ceremony?"

Laene started to blush, "well, I... that was also my choice, yes."

"How could you!? We are bound to Genera now. The whole town knows this. You can't just-"

"But I did," Laene interrupted. "Hector and I have been together for a while now. He pleases me. Genera... with that huge thing of hers... well, I may as well just be celibate. There is no pleasure for me in that."

"The priestesses say that with time, if we consume enough of her seed to begin the changes in our bodies, we can have pleasure with her. Immense pleasure."

"Again, I doubt such a fantastic legend. It seems like nonsense to me."

"So you are denying the offer to be one of her chosen?"

"Yes, I am. I will not just put all of my life on hold because Genera and the priestesses say so. You can tell them that."

Drea couldn't believe it. "You... you're making a big mistake."

"I don't care if you think it's a mistake or not. It's my life." 

Laene started to walk again, continuing in what Drea realized was the direction of Hector's house. She let her go, seeing that there was no use in trying to convince her any more. Shaking her head, she turned back to the temple. 

"I am sorry, Laene. I am sorry that you'd choose that foolish boy Hector over a goddess..."

Chapter 6

The only aircraft that could be contracted to fly to those hidden islands was an old propeller driven boatplane, flying once a month out of Catania airport in Sicily. In that creaking, dipping craft Jessica sat, patiently looking out the window. Though her accent was rough, a couple sessions with Rosetta Stone and an armful of novels had been enough for her to gain a sufficient fluency in Italian. 

As a final crash-review she listened to ripped MP3s of a language learner's series, while an Italian novel lay open on her lap, mostly ignored. It wasn't necessarily a bad read, but her interest could not be held for long when her emotions, a nagging tumult of uncertainty, constantly distracted her. She gazed down upon the blue Mediterranean waves below, feeling painfully distant from Marla... yet exhilarated for what lay ahead.

Over the dull white noise of the motor the pilot, mere feet away in the small aircraft, called to her. "So mi bella, if you don't mind my asking, what brings a lone girl of the west to these forgotten islands?"

"Nothing unusual... to see family," Jessica said. Her North American accent was a stark contrast to the native tongue of the pilot.

"To see family you say. Uh-huh," he said, turning back to steal another look at her. "I don't believe there are any families so fair skinned or red haired there, do you?"

Jessica just shrugged, looking out the window again. The pilot was friendly enough but she didn't care for his lingering glances, and the conversation was nothing special.

"Are you sure these are the right islands? Maybe you wanted Great Britain instead!" He erupted into a deep, bellowing laughter that subsided quickly. "You know... they say there is some sort of cult there. They believe in gods... and not in the Catholic sense."

"I've heard a little about that, yes," Jessica said.

The pilot shook his head, then turned back to the forward view from his cockpit. "It is a strange place, mi bella."

A strange place it may have been, but then, Jessica was a strange creature. Finding her own place in the world of normal humans was something she would have to learn, and it would take far longer than it did to simply learn a new language.

The islands were coming into view on the horizon, spots of green rimmed with the pale yellow of numerous beaches. She felt a chill of anticipation for what lay below...

Chapter 7

Ah... finally, some time to herself. Genera took a moment to examine her surroundings: a bedchamber still new to her. 

It was a room filled with hazy golden light. The sharp rays of the sun were diffused by warm coloured fabrics, while yet still more fabrics in rich pinks and purples draped over the sandstone walls and off of the antiqued wooden furniture. It was all ornately trimmed with gold, lending a mood that was both royal and sensual, conducive to 'acts of worship'.

She had granted Drea their third day together off, so the girl had gone to her home to be with her family. As grateful as she was for her enthusiasm, which at this point had left her feeling thoroughly physically depleted, Genera was glad to finally be alone. Now she could gather her thoughts and process her feelings on how much her life had changed during the previous few days.

Before she seemed an outcast, but now she felt appreciated, immensely so. It was strange, to know that the villagers who warmly greeted her in the streets knew her secret. If anyone truly made her feel appreciated though, it was that feisty Drea. She, whom Genera had dreamt of having from afar for so many years, was all hers now, and the things she did made Genera feel glad about the changes in her life.

Learning of Laene's decision not to be Genera's worshipper had soured the affair though. Laene, the quieter and more mysterious of the two girls, had also been a subject of desire for years, and it hurt that she was denying her. Her heart ached. If only she could have had them both... then, everything would be perfect.

Her wandering thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rustling in the hall leading to her room. She wasn't alone any more. 

"Ah, my goddess? Are you there?"

"Yes, I am here Dorcia." It was one of the lower ranking priestesses. Dorcia stopped at the doorway to Genera's chamber, which for privacy was blocked off by hanging veils and beads.

"Genera, I have a visitor for you, if you wish. A woman traveller whom the head priestess feels you should meet."

"Oh, really?" Genera said half interestedly. She turned to face the doorway, "let her in."

Dorcia sweeped open the veils with her arm, the beads clattering softly, and in stepped a young woman like none Genera had ever seen before.



The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 02



The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)

Chapter 8

The sun glinting off that reddish blonde hair was hard to miss, and soon Jessica had been spotted as she waded through the warm water toward the beach. She had her dress and shoes bunched up in her hands, unsure if the salty brine would damage them.

"Ho, traveller! Buongiorno!"

She looked across the water to see a figure clad in a loose brown hooded robe, waving spiritedly as it approached. She waved back, beginning to head in their direction. Gradually she left the water, letting her dress fall back around her pale legs. She dropped her shoes to the ground and brushed the sand off the bottoms of her feet. 

"Greetings traveller," the woman repeated as she arrived to stand near her. Though her youthful days were behind her and her mode of dress was unflattering, Jessica could see that she was not an unattractive woman. Beneath the hood she saw thick black locks, and her skin was a deep tan.

"Hello," Jessica said.

The woman nodded as she took in her foreign accent. "You have come from far, I can tell. ...We do not often have visitors. What brings you here?" She spoke with a slow hesitation, but she seemed thoughtful and courteous. 

"I have come to see these islands and their people, whom I've heard much about," Jessica replied.

The woman's eyes lit up. "Have you come to venerate the young goddess, Genera?" Her excitement was brief, for realizing she had already said too much she suddenly shot her gaze downwards, showing regret for her hasty words. Her kind would not approve of her telling a stranger of something so preciously guarded.

"I... had not heard of such a goddess. But if there is one here I would like to meet her," Jessica said. How odd... Marla had never mentioned that there were other immortals to be found there. But then, how long had it been since she had last visited?

"Ah, well it is not my place to grant newcomers her presence. Forgive me, I spoke out of turn."

Jessica nodded, squinting up the path the woman had come from and into the distance. She could make out what must have been a village, seeing wooden huts and people moving about. "May I ask whose place it is, then?"

"That would be the headpriestess."

"Ah. My name is Jessica... and you are?"

The woman bowed slightly, "my name is Dorcia, young miss."

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you Dorcia, and I hope the headpriestess is as kind as you've been."

Dorcia beamed gladly. "Come," she said, beckoning as she headed back into the village. "I can take you to her."

***

The unfamiliar sights of the Aerotian village were a lot to take in, and as they unhurriedly strolled down the sandy street Jessica felt her neck would grow sore if she kept looking around. Marla had definitely not lied about the people that inhabited those islands, for there were beautiful humans of all ages going through their daily business as they went. The men were trim, strong, tall and chiseled like various Adonises, and the sight of them shirtlessly hefting sacks of grain was a sight for her to behold. It had been a long time since ever she felt her eyes attracted to the bodies of men, but she couldn't help but admire the physical impressiveness of those fine specimens. The women were likewise very pleasing, though they dressed more modestly in loose garments. Nevertheless the curves of their lovely figures could be seen beneath on both mother and daughter, and a pretty face was not at all uncommon.

"Your people are the most beautiful I've ever seen," Jessica quietly remarked.

"Ah, well I think the feeling may be mutual," Dorcia said with a chuckle. Men were stopping in their tracks to watch them pass, not giving the slightest effort to hide their interest in Jessica. Her pale skin and soft, coppery hair were hard to miss, while her unbelievably lush, bouncy figure were even harder to ignore. She was used to that sort of attention, though she was also used to having Marla's protective presence nearby under such circumstances.

By the activities surrounding her Jessica could see that the islanders relied on a trade system instead of currency. People stood behind shaded stands with their goods on display, soliciting the offers of others. It was a throwback to a bygone time, which she found quite charming.

They came upon a broader street made of ancient looking sandstone tiles, evidently a main artery for the village as a great number of people walked along it, some pulling carts or riding horses. "This is one of our oldest streets," Dorcia explained. "The servants of the original goddesses paved it. It leads to the temple..."

In the distance Jessica could see the temple approaching, a broad pyramid surrounded by columns and a stone wall. As they got closer she was fascinated to see statues standing every ten meters or so at either sides of the street. Though they were each depictions of different women their bodies all followed the same scheme: feminine perfection, contrasted to prodigiously sized low hanging members. They were worn smooth, evidently very old. "These are your goddesses," Jessica commented.

Dorcia turned to look at her, pausing thoughtfully before giving an answer. "...Yes, these are each they."

Jessica's attention was caught by one statue, which she couldn't help but think bore more than just a passing resemblance to her Marla. It was very old stone though, likely distorted by the passing seasons. Could it have been her, when she had come to those islands hundreds of years ago?

"Over here you can see we have finally begun to carve a new figure," Dorcia said as she pointed across the street to a gleamingly fresh piece of stone. A pair of artisans were busily chipping away at it despite the mid-afternoon heat. It was in its earliest stages but already the proportions of a human figure were roughly there. "That will be the statue of our newest goddess."

"A goddess whom I will be meeting?"

"We will have to see," Dorcia said. 

They were approaching the wall outside the temple, and fortuitously enough a collection of women garbed identically to Dorcia were gathered there. With them was an elderly woman who wore the same sort of brown cloak, though hers bore golden decorations and maroon details. From the way Jessica's guide straightened up in her presence, it was apparent that this was the headpriestess.

The priestesses turned to them. "Dorcia, good afternoon," said the eldest.

"Greetings, headpriestess. I have with me a visitor..."

"I can see that," the headpriestess said. "She surely is not from any of these islands. And what is your name, young visitor?"

"My name is Jessica, headpriestess."

"A western name and accent. So... what brings you to these temple gates?"

Jessica glanced at Dorcia. "I... have heard there is a goddess," she hesitantly. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing.

The headpriestess also shot a look at Dorcia, though hers was more accusational. "Oh...? And you believe you may find her in this temple?" 

"...Perhaps."

The other priestesses were becoming quietly yet visibly agitated.

"We do acknowledge the existence of goddesses here. That much is quite true. You can tell, just by walking along these streets. But I do not know what could have made you think that there is one here now."

"Dorcia promised me that there is one inside your temple."

The headpriestess fumed, "Dorcia prom-... she says there is one in our temple?! And you believed her?"

Jessica nodded calmly, "yes. She doesn't seem to me like a liar."

They were glaring venomously at poor Dorcia, who seemed to shrink with regret.

"Well," the headpriestess said with a strained placidity, "a beautiful young woman such as yourself, from the extravagant outside world... is probably used to getting what she wants. But there are no goddesses for you here."

"Huh," Jessica said. "I see." She looked at her surroundings, the statues and priestesses. "Evidently you worship their kind... that is well apparent."

"Of course," the headpriestess said, amidst the nodding heads of her inferiors.

Jessica spread her arms grandly: "Yet... When one stands before you, you don't recognize her for what she is?"

The headpriestess squinted at Jessica, while Dorcia forgot her ill feelings and suddenly stared in awe. The other robed women broke into a fit of whispers.

"You... you claim to be divine," the headpriestess said.

"She must be," Dorcia gasped. "Can you not see how perfectly fair she is? That she has been blessed? She practically glows with the divine fertility!" The other priestesses were nodding and uttering quiet sounds of agreement, breaking from the group-think that their superior usually commanded over them.

The headpriestess turned to Jessica after glancing at the others, surprised that they were speaking against her. "Ah, perhaps it may be true... I suppose there may be goddesses in whatever country you came from, quietly siring young women like you. But I am not fully convinced. Do you have some sort of proof?"

Jessica placed her hands on her hips. "Proof... You want me to give you proof. I didn't come here thinking I would have to prove to anyone what I am." She turned away from the group, pacing about as she scanned her surroundings. "A-ha," she said, bending down to pick up one of the sandstone pieces that comprised the ancient road. The rain had worn away the mortar, exposing a crack where it met the next block, and Jessica was easily able to slip her delicate looking fingers in to grab it and pry it loose, revealing that it was actually a massive cube instead of a mere tile. 

The priestesses gasped as with a dry scraping sound she hoisted the block, almost a cubic foot in size, out of the ground. Before they could react she pivoted sideways at the waist, winding herself up for a toss. She threw the heavy block high and far without even a grunt of effort, and it faded to a distant dot against the sky before it plummeted back towards the ground. Though she was surprisingly strong Jessica was still lightly built, and the momentum she had gathered as she threw the rock lifted her off of the ground for a moment.

"I... I most sincerely wish you hadn't done that," the headpriestess said. "But I do believe you now. Please, forgive me for my doubt."

"Your doubts were with reasonable motive," Jessica said kindly. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I would like to know if Dorcia was correct in saying that there's another goddess inside that temple."

"Yes, yes," said the headpriestess amidst the nods of the other brown-robed women. "Genera dwells within."

"So then... may I step inside? It's terribly hot out here."

"Ah, yes, of course. It would be an honour," the headpriestess said before she raised a finger, her mouth opening again though she hesitated to continue, "but... there is one thing, goddess-Jessica."

"Hmm?"

"We know what goddesses do, when they come together. And also what they do when they part. And evidently you have travelled far, with great purpose..."

Jessica tilted her head, unsure what she was trying to say.

"The child..."

"Hmm?"

The headpriestess sighed, beginning to blush despite the darkness of her cheeks. "When you leave... Would it be so much to ask that the child remain a member of our people?"

Jessica's face turned incredulous, and she couldn't help but giggle a little. "A child! That seems a little hasty! I haven't even met this goddess yet and you think I will give her a child?"

The faces of the priestesses were dead serious, and it was plain to see that they were sure it would be so. "Yes. Our goddess is partnered to our fairest young women, for we desperately hope for more of your divine kind to walk among us. You would distract her from them, so we only ask that you leave the child with us."

She still couldn't believe the direction the conversation had headed, but she played along, if only to get out of the hot sun. "Yes, sure. Of course. You must know that we do not raise our children, they are left to themselves. So you could have the child."

"That is good, very good," the headpriestess said as she lowered her head gratefully, if only to hide her smile. "You may come inside to meet her, then."

Chapter 9

And so Jessica ducked beneath the hanging beads and drapery as Dorcia held the clattering barrier open. She stepped into the room, though she could see little in the dim lighting after being out in the hard daylight.

Genera did not expect to have a visitor like this. She had never seen a woman so pale, with such fine lightly coloured hair. She had never seen a face so perfectly beautiful, nor had she ever fathomed that one so delicately built could have a body so blessed. Amazed, she found herself getting to her feet. "You've come... to see me...?"

Jessica only blinked, her eyes still adjusting.

Dorcia spoke: "Yes, Genera. Another goddess has come, and she has asked to see you. I... I should leave, then."

As Dorcia shuffled off Jessica's vision returned. The girl she was presented with certainly had the appearance of a goddess, for she was by far the most beautiful Aerotian she had yet beheld. The immodest covering of that pink sarong, so contrasted to the priestesses she had spoken with before, drew her gaze down to mocha cleavage and the twin rounded swells of her full breasts, then lower still to take in the hills of her slender waist and swelling hips, then bare legs below. She caught herself in the act of that elevator stare and looked up again, only to find herself instead captivated by the beautiful angles and features of her face, a hypnotic mixture of European and African genetics, which was an inch or two higher than her own. The girl was staring, unable to hide her amazement. "My name is Jessica... and as you can probably tell I've travelled a long way to be here."

"I am honoured, Jessica. If only I had known that I would meet a goddess today, one from so far off! I'd have been more prepared..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I hadn't known I'd be doing the same until maybe an hour ago."

Genera nodded, and for a moment they just stared at each other, unsure how to proceed. Jessica could tell by her sheepishness that the lovely girl must have been young, possibly not much older than she had been when she herself was introduced to their kind.

"So... were you sired by another? Or are you a born goddess?" Jessica said.

"I was born as one. Although the fact was only recently recognized to be true."

"Ah, that's interesting." Jessica sat down. "Where I come from no one even knows of our kind. ...Which makes me very curious what life is like here."

"This is the only place in the world where we can openly exist."

"Yes... I think that might be part of why I've come."

So they settled into a discussion of what it was to be a goddess in Aerotia. Genera would have been tongue tied in the presence of such a divine and tempting creature if they hadn't had such a rich topic to cover. 

***

Jessica's questions seemed unending. After what may have been an hour of conversation there was a pause, the well of inquiry having run dry, so Jessica posed an entirely different one: "Genera, are you uncomfortable? You keep averting your eyes. I'm right here," she said, smiling as she offered a comforting stroke to her arm.

"Oh... Ah, maybe a little," she said quietly. "I hope I'm not offending you... it's just... you please my eyes so. I mustn't look upon you for too long."

"Oh... oh, alright," Jessica said. She stood up, not wanting Genera's discomfort to become her own. "Well I suppose I've overstayed my welcome anyhow. I haven't eaten since I left home and by now I'm positively starved..."

Genera bowed her head, sorry to see her leave. "There is plenty to have in the market. Help yourself..."

"Sure thing."

Jessica ducked under the rattling veil and entered the hallway, only to see Dorcia and another priestess standing before her. Dorcia held a large silver tray which held an assortment of fresh fruit, plus some flat bread and a bowl filled with a fragrant spicy sort of stew. The other held two glasses and a flagon of red wine.

They bowed slightly. "Leaving so soon goddess-Jessica! But we were just bringing you and Genera your supper! You must be hungry."

"Ah... why, yes, I am," she said in a dead-pan manner. "How did you ever know...?"

"Good, good. Come back inside, then," Dorcia said as she and the other priestess advanced, their bodies blocking any escape through the narrow corridor. 

Bemused, Jessica ducked back under the veil, followed by the two and their delicious payload. "I guess dinner found me." 

"It did, yes." The priestesses placed the trays on a low table in the middle of the room, lit candles and left.

Genera looked glad, and seeing so put Jessica more at ease. Gracefully the girl sat upon one of the silken pillows that surrounded the table. Jessica did the same, and the pleasant aromas of the stew tempted her senses. Her stomach growled. "Oh, my... that smells delicious."

"It is quite good, yes."

Jessica watched the exotic girl tear off a strip of the flatbread, which she used to scoop up some of the tasty concoction. As she chewed she gestured to the tray, urging Jessica to do the same.

They ate until the point of satisfaction and drank their wine until the tension of their new companionship was forgotten. But what was there to do now? The sun had set and Jessica had no where to go. It was obvious what the priestesses expected them to do, and as the wine took effect it didn't seem so foreign an idea.

Jessica reached out and stroked Genera's arm. The girl took a quick breath, surprised by the touch, and looked at her with eyes hazy from the drink. Smiling distantly she crawled toward Jessica, and they carefully joined lips. 

Jessica ventured a more sensual touch, sliding her hand down Genera's lovely side. The girl took this as an invitation to let herself go further, setting herself down on Jessica's lap as she cupped her cheek, guiding her mouth upwards to the probing stroke of her tongue.

"Mmmh," Jessica purred. She liked the taste of Genera, the feel of her firm body beneath her palm. She roughly grabbed her curvaceous rear and pulled her closer as she tilted her head, letting her tongue out to meet the other.

That surprisingly strong tug forced Genera to spread her legs, straddling Jessica's lap as their torsos collided. Her member bumped against Jessica's clothed stomach, and she felt a pang of embarrassment, but moreso an intensification of her want. The intimate contact had her swelling with excitement, and soon Jessica could feel the growing mass of that long, warm shaft as it began to claim the tight space between them.

"Oh... oh my... I believe it now," Jessica whispered, stealing a peek downwards, though there was nothing to see except the deep chasm of her cleavage. She was smiling, evidently very pleased.

Genera had no words to give as she again took Jessica's cheeks between her hands and indulged in another passionate kiss. She was starting to drag her hips up and down her front with an unrestrained want, that lengthening gift of hers stabbing harder and higher into their bosoms, shedding the restraint of her sarong. 

Jessica fell back, and suddenly Genera was on top of her, her cock digging into the bottoms of her breasts. "Please, beautiful goddess, don't make me stop," she whispered. "I can't help myself any longer."

Jessica just stared, her mouth moving without words. Things were going very fast, but the basal desires she felt as that exotic beauty hovered over her were becoming terribly hard to deny. "Then don't," she said, and she slid her hand into those rich black locks, bringing Genera down to meet her lips once more. With the other she grabbed that divine endowment, and she couldn't help but swoon at the feel of hot hardness extending so far from where it began. She slowly ventured a couple strokes.




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 02



Genera wimpered helplessly, growing very tense at that touch. She was reaching new levels of arousal in Jessica's hand, yet her kiss was becoming distracted and uneven, hesitant.

"Do you find me strange?" Jessica whispered.

Genera backed up a little. "Yes. Strange... and wonderful."

"We are the same. There's nothing to be afraid of." Jessica used the space she'd gained to slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders. "Let me show you..."

Genera's eyes widened as those lush overabundant breasts were revealed. Her hesitation had been spurred by thoughts of Drea, who would surely be disappointed when she found her goddess had found something better, but the sight of Jessica's divine body had erased the notion from her mind. Every movement had those impossible prizes quivering high and unaffected by gravity, and her suckable nipples had come to hard, excited points. Maddened by lust, Genera dove in, lavishing those magnificent globes with worshipful kisses as she ran her hands over the smooth, soft skin.

Jessica chuckled softly, enjoying the unrestrained indulgence of the younger goddess. She ran her hands up and down the clothed part of her tanned body, finding the spot where her sarong was tied. She released the folds slowly, giving Genera plenty of time to continue. 

She lifted away the outermost layer of translucent pink. Genera's attention waned and she looked up, awaiting instructions. 

"Now you."

Genera got to her feet. Finally Jessica could see some of that member peeking out, though it was mostly hidden and bent uncomfortably low. Still seated comfortably on that pillow, she held the end of Genera's sarong up and motioned for her to spin and shed the clothing. Around and around she went, and layer after airy layer settled around her, gradually turning the sarong tantalizingly translucent, revealing the dark circles of her nipples, the outline of her shaft. When there was little left the stiffness of her erection was able to fight the oppressing fabric, standing out bold and proud.

When Jessica had pulled away the last sheaf Genera stopped and struck a pose before her. Though the jostle of her plump tanned breasts was momentary that long heavy rod swayed and nodded still, beckoning.

"My, you are... gorgeous," Jessica said as she got to her feet. She slowly approached, pushing her dress off her hips. It fell to the floor, leaving her in just her thong panties.

For a moment they just stood before each other, eyeing each others bodies like hungry animals. Jessica's gaze was locked on Genera's cock, the sight of which made her run her tongue over her lips hotly. She wanted to tuck that throbbing beast into her mouth, to feel the heat of Genera's desire.

"I... I will do whatever you wish, Jessica." 

Though she still wasn't quite sure what she wished her to do, Jessica stepped forward, lying Genera's hardness up between their breasts so they could have another kiss. Their hands trailed up and down their bared forms, relishing the perfection of two bodies created for pleasure. 

Slowly Jessica stepped back. One leg after the other, she gracefully got to her knees before Genera, wishing to get a closer look at her lusty tool. She was no stranger to the huge cocks of goddesses, but then for twenty years she had only known one. Her curiosity was great. Tossing a long lock of orangey hair over her shoulder, she took her in her hand gently, very slowly sliding it down as she tilted left and then right, inspecting every angle. Genera was about the same immense size and thickness as Marla, though hers was just a bit less perfect than the ruler-straight ram rod that had sired Jessica. It fattened and bent upwards ever so slightly in the middle, and its vascular details were more irregular. It was a dark mocha brown like the rest of her, and Jessica thought it was absolutely beautiful.

She offered a couple more spirited strokes, her gaze focusing on that taut pink head as she licked her lips readily. She took the plunge. Genera moaned joyfully as the hot tip of her cock slid between those gorgeous lips, the unmistakeable caress of tongue making her knees buckle slightly.

With a tilt of her head Jessica took more of her in, filling her mouth completely, gulping steadily in rhythm with her strokes, which now spanned the full length of her shaft. Her free hand had found its way inside of her thong, where with circular movements of her wrist she teased herself. Genera shut her eyes, immersed in the blissful sensations. 

As she continued to give those expert motions Genera surrendered just a few early drops of her precum. When it touched her tongue Jessica stopped, looking up at her in surprise as she held it in her mouth, taking in the unexpected taste. Genera just blinked, unsure what about it could have made her give pause.

Whatever it was it pleased Jessica greatly. She was grinning like a little girl with a new toy as she rose to her feet once more, sliding her thong down her legs as she went. Her fingertips still gently held Genera, just at the tip. With that light touch she guided her to the luxurious bed, giving a tantalizing view to her from behind of her rocking hips while the sides of her wondrous round breasts could be seen bouncing against her slender torso with each step.

Genera sighed softly as Jessica led her, barely able to believe how well the night's surprise visit from another goddess was turning out and barely able to contain her pent up desire. She was biting down on her bottom lip in abject lust as she gazed over Jessica's form, hungering to experience more of it.

Jessica let go, leaving her cock swaying and throbbing hard. She laid herself down on the bed, her legs parted just enough to convey what she wanted. Genera was overjoyed. She knelt before Jessica, crawling toward her supine form as she held herself with one hand, guiding herself home to that perfect little cleft.

"Mmm, yes... give it to me," Jessica whispered, her eyes fixated on the sight of Genera as she slowly used her tip to spread her lips. "Give me all of it..."

Genera was wondering just how much of it she'd be able to take. Her thoughts were pushed aside by the sensations of Jessica's warmth enveloping her, soft yet fitting like a tight glove. As she was gradually filled Jessica fell back against the sheets with a sigh of pleasure. "Oh, my... that feels so very good... you have a huge, beautiful cock, Genera!"

"Ohh... oh yes, god, yes," Genera squeaked. With every inch she sank herself her surprise increased. The last few inches were significantly tighter, but somehow, amazingly, their hips met.

She collapsed over Jessica, barely able to believe it. It felt so perfect. "Yes," Jessica said as she slid her hands down Genera's side, her voice filled with passion. "This is how it is when goddesses make love! Now fuck me with that beautiful cock!"

Genera anchored her elbows at each side of her head and began to do just that. There was no need for tenderness now... wanting to prove herself, she started with long driving strokes. "Ooh, babe," Jessica moaned. She was her first lover since Marla, and so far there was nothing to be disappointed about. The slight bend and fattening middle of her cock felt wonderful as it surged in and out of her.

She shut her eyes and while writhing in slow pleasure let her arms flop down on to the bed. Genera was grunting and exhaling with each pass, giving everything she had, spurred on by the blissful smile on her face. The brass frame of that bed was creaking along with the soft sound of their colliding bodies.

Seeing Jessica's chest jostle with each impact, she wanted to stop and touch, to admire her divine body. It was a welcome break for her tense thighs as she sank her cock in deep and held it there, then running her hands all over those mountainous heaps. Jessica wrapped her legs around her, cherishing the feel of that huge cock pulsating so deep within her. "More... give me more..."

Dropping those burdens jigglingly back onto Jessica's chest, Genera again steadied herself and renewed her efforts. The sweat was starting to drip down her temple as she did her best to satisfy that demand.

Eventually she started to slow, her thighs burning from the repeated exertion. Jessica would have none of that; swiftly she pulled Genera close and rolled her onto her back, taking her place on top. Genera was rapt by the sight of her as she began to climb and descend her searing length. The sensations she felt were beyond belief. "Oh... oh my... you... oh god!"

Jessica's face was pursed with concentration as she pushed onward, guided by the pleasure she was taking from the young lady beneath her. She leaned forward, steadying herself in much the same way Genera had, giving faster motions that never let more than half of that rock hardness go. Genera grabbed ahold of her hips, pulling herself up into each thrust. The sight of Jessica's chest throttling with every impact was astounding.

"Ho, yes, yes, god yes," Jessica groaned, beginning to clench the bedsheets in her fists as her motions shortened more, focusing the end of Genera's cock on a very specific region within herself. "Don't stop, don't stop," she said, her voice high and airy as she reverted to her native English tongue.

Genera just nodded, frantically rocking her hips to keep up as Jessica began to melt. She was awed by the sight of that firey haired beauty as she selfishly used her to induce her own climax. 

"Gahhh...!" suddenly Jessica plunged all of Genera inside her. She was deep into her orgasm. Genera no longer had the will to move -- the mere sensation of that quivering, all-enveloping tightness milking her entire length was so sweet she was utterly subdued. It made the cum boil at the base of her cock, which began to throb hard, on the brink of release.

Breathing heavily, Jessica suddenly gave a couple final thrusts of her hips, then rocketed off of Genera, leaving her wet and rigid to the open air. Better not risk it. Need to be sure... it was only a taste, after all.

Genera was sitting herself up, desperately wanting to plunge herself back into Jessica to finish, but before her rear even left the bed the end of her cock was deep in Jessica's mouth. She was helpless to the expert motions of the experienced female, and within a moment it was over. She fell back onto the bed, writhing on the sheets as she came with an intensity she'd never before felt. 

Jessica didn't miss a drop. She noted the unexpected taste of Genera, her suspicions confirmed. It was only a few gulps before her flow began to wane, and though for a human it was a sizable load to her it seemed it was over as soon as it had started. Yet still Genera was in the throes of total ecstasy, despite her depletion.

"I can't believe it," Jessica whispered. "This, I didn't expect at all..."

Genera hadn't a clue what she meant. She never had a chance to ask either, as Jessica slid herself back onto her seizing member, and the post-orgasmic sensations were unbearably strong.

"I'm the goddess of this temple now," she said. She was starting up again, taking Genera against her will. "Worship me..."

"Uhh...! Yes, Jessica!"

Chapter 10

Jessica awoke to the golden morning sun beaming down onto her face through a crack in the drapery. The bed was a messy tangle of sheets and limbs. With her hair finally let down from its high ponytail, Genera's curly locks were mingled with her own like fire and ash. Her eyes were puffy from the night's rest, but she was fully awake and staring enchantedly at Jessica.

"I have been watching you for a while, now," she said.

Jessica turned onto her side to face her properly. "Mmh... really." It was plain to see, by the look on Genera's face, that she was adored.

"Yes. I still can't believe it. What we did..."

Jessica nodded, giving a faint, sleepy grin. The previous night's doings were still fresh in her head also... Though with the heat of the moment behind them, some of her actions seemed strange. It was unlike her to become so dominant, to command Genera to continue until exhausted to her limit. They had carried on for hours into the night, with Genera worshipping her as her own worshippers did her.

...Yet she knew it would happen again. After all, despite what the priestesses thought, there was a big difference between herself and Genera. It was something that she would have to explain to her very carefully, and probably soon.

But first there were other matters to tend to. Genera was snuggling herself up against her, trailing her hands lightly along the curves of her sides. She parted her lips just slightly, wanting the touch of Jessica's, who accepted that kiss as she lightly palmed that soft, warm weight that was rapidly expanding against her thigh.

***

"Ahh, good morning Drea," Dorcia said. She leaned against her broom for support, taking a moment's rest from sweeping the temple grounds. "Was your day away restful?"

"Yes, it was quite." She began to continue towards the temple entrance, only to be blocked by Dorcia, who swiftly sidestepped into her path. "Uh...?"

"Do you think you might take a few more days off?"

"What? Why? No, I must see Genera."

Dorcia sighed, having hoped the conversation wouldn't go in this direction. How unforeseen it was, for Drea's enthusiasm to be unwelcome! "Ah, child..."

"Please, let me in. People are staring." Drea was dressed to please the eyes of her goddess, not the staring men outside. "Why are you doing this?"

"It is the headpriestess' orders."

"Why?"

"Ah, child... So you haven't heard? Yesterday a traveller arrived. By the heavens it is hard to even believe, but she is a goddess too! Why, I saw it with my own two eyes when she hurled that block to the stars," she said, waving a hand at the gaping hole in the road where Jessica had pried loose the masonry. "She must have come to see our Genera." Dorcia began to sweep again, smiling placidly. "Such good fortune..."

"So I... I should worship them both?"

"Oh no, no no no. Hmm... Unless, that would please the goddess-Jessica... But I believe they are busy enough as it is. A child of their kind will surely be among us soon."

"I... I see. Very well, then. I will return home." She turned, eyes lowered sadly. "When... If... I am wanted again, please tell me. I will be waiting."

Crestfallen, she headed homeward. Dorcia continued with her daily chores, seemingly oblivious to her disappointment.

***

"Oh my goddess, yes," Genera gasped. She was deep inside Jessica, emptying herself into her for what must have been the sixth time in the twelve hours since their first meeting. She started to relax, letting herself lie over the pale beauty as the last of her orgasm faded.

"Mmm, babe," Jessica said, brushing a thick lock out of Genera's face. She was smiling lazily in the afterglow of her own climax. She traced a toe up the back of the young beauty's leg, relishing the feel of that lengthy hardness as it remained buried within her. "You're pretty good at that."

Genera nuzzled into her neck. "I mustn't disappoint my fellow goddess."

Jessica nodded slowly. She couldn't fight it anymore - it was time to tell her the truth. "Genera, about that. We need to talk..."

Smiling languidly, Genera looked up at her. "Talk...? I suppose now that we've made love, there's time this morning for talk..."

"Yes, heh..." It was going to be a difficult conversation. As Genera softened she was able to shift her position more comfortably to lie on her side. "Darling... I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but then, there is no one else who knows enough to do so."

"What is it?"

"You... you aren't a goddess..."

Genera was silent for a moment, her gaze unflinching. Eventually she spoke, "I am not one?"

"No. I'm sorry, but you aren't."

"But... but, I'm-"

"Yes, you're built like one. You definitely are. I don't quite understand how you can be, uh... the way you are... But I can guarantee it for you. You are human."

"What makes you say this?"

"I tasted it. There is something very distinct about the seed of a goddess. It's... a tingle, a warmth, I don't know how to describe it. And there's always a lot of it. But you don't have it."

Genera was disappointed, but not to the extreme. She nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I see." She sighed. "You know, I think part of me didn't believe I was one either. I always had a doubt. That doubt was true... I'm just a girl."

She sat up, the bedsheets falling off of her dark torso. She turned her back to Jessica and began to tie up her hair. "That doubt made this news easier to swallow. But the priestesses will be disappointed. Everyone will be disappointed."

"They don't have to know," Jessica said. She crawled over to sit beside Genera, resting a hand comfortingly on her thigh. "I can keep it secret."

Genera dropped her hands back onto the mattress, her hair secured. She was staring at her knees, no longer feeling she could look Jessica in the eye. After a thoughtful pause she spoke quietly, "it's good that you told me this. I would have brought such disappointment to everyone when my worshippers do not sire... and when, if, I produce children, they are not divine."

Jessica gently took Genera's chin and guided her to gaze to her face, wanting her still to look upon her. "Look, sweetheart... this isn't all bad news. There's a bright side to this."

"And what is that?"

"You and I, we aren't the same species... and that means, that what would have been brief... can take as long as we wish..."

"I... I don't understand?"

Jessica was grinning with genuine delight as she explained. "I couldn't have your children. We can have all the 'fun' that we want, for as long as we want."

Genera slowly began to smile. "You... you would still like that? You still want me?"

"Sweetie, I'd already known the moment I tasted you. And I definitely like you... and I definitely want more."

Genera smiled, looking away bashfully. "That does make this easier."

Chapter 11

With the fairytale life of worship behind her, Drea had to fall back on old routines. She took her place beside Laene at that stand, where for almost their entire lives they had tended to their families' trade. Their mothers and grandmothers were the best tailors on the island, and ever since they could speak she and Laene had the duty of trading their wares. Grooves were worn into the sandy dirt where for years they had stood.

"Ah, Drea," Laene said. "Finally. It's been difficult trading these all by myself." Her tone was playfully curt, but she smiled warmly.

"Yes," Drea said sheepishly, "I'm here again, as I always was before..."

Laene patted her back and they shared a look. Seeing the hurt in Drea's eyes, she decided it was not enough, and they shared a long hug.

"I'm sorry I was cross with you," Drea said. "It seemed like my duty at the time, to keep us both with Genera."

"Don't worry about that, it's behind us now. Are you okay, though?"

"I... don't know. I'm sad to return to life as it was before... as it is again. It was good to be special, to be chosen." She looked upon the pretty and familiar face of her lifetime companion. "But it's also good for us to still be friends."

***

Jessica had preferred to stay out of sight now that word had spread through the village of her arrival, yet the priestesses insisted that she come with them to the market. They primarily intended to get her new clothes, as she needed more than just the contents of her suitcase to live, and it seemed prudent to wear something more in tune with her new surroundings. She was looking forward to wearing the same sort of flowy light things Aerotia's resident goddess wore - she thought Genera's clothes were beautiful, and delighted in the fact that they were very quick to take off.




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 02



For the moment though she was dressed in the drab brown robes of the priestesses. She didn't feel like making a scene, so with the hood up her fair skin and distinctive hair was mostly hidden. She easily blended in with the other priestesses as they trotted through the market.

They approached a stand which was attended by two beautiful young women. One was quite petite and very pretty, her wavy black hair tied up in a small ponytail. The other was taller and more full figured, with chin length curls which hung freely. 

"Good morning Drea, Laene," the headpriestess said. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"It is, headpriestess," the smaller girl said. "What can we do for you?"

"We wish to have some clothes for the goddess-Jessica. She has only that which she brought with her, none of which can compare to the beautiful gowns and dresses your families make."

Drea saddened at the unwelcome reminder of Jessica, the visitor whose presence had seen her supplanted as Genera's worshipper. The headpriestess took her hand, squeezing it softly. "Oh, darling. You would rather be back in the temple, still?"

"Yes I would, headpriestess."

"You needn't be so sad. Remember, you worshipped Genera for the good of all, so more goddesses may walk among us. But the process is lengthy. Meanwhile, we have a visitor, a fully fledged woman goddess. You understand what a gift that is for us, a chance for Genera to begin another generation right now?"

"Of course I do, headpriestess."

"...But you can't help but feel this way. I understand. We are grateful for your, ah, dedication to the worship. If Genera asks for you to return, we will make it so."

"Thank you, headpriestess."

Jessica had watched the entire exchange. She'd never meant to cause any harm by seeing Genera, yet standing a few feet away from her was a young lady whom she'd left heart broken. She felt terribly guilty, seeing the hurt in her eyes. She hid her own, retreating deeper into the cover of her robe.

The priestesses began to sift through the piles of clothing, picking out the most beautiful and royal looking pieces they could. Jessica whispered into their ears whenever she saw an item she desired, and they handed them to her. Within a few minutes she had almost a dozen beautiful garments folded over her forearm.

"And what are you offering in exchange for these?" Laene asked.

"We will have a week's worth of food sent to your houses."

Laene was surprised and pleased by the generous offer, and even Drea seemed to lighten up a bit.

The headpriestess chuckled, "a most generous exchange, yes. But it is little in comparison to the blessings Jessica and Genera will bring! What would you like? Bread, honey? Wine?"

"We will take a little of everything, if it is to feed us for a week."

"That is acceptable. You will have it by sundown. Thank you, girls, and please give your mothers our greetings."

"Thank you, priestesses," Laene and Drea chimed.

Chapter 12

Jessica shed that musty brown robe the moment she entered the temple. Smiling knowingly, the priestesses set her new clothes down on the altar and promptly left. 

She barred the grand doors as they went, then returned to the main temple hall to sift through her treasure trove of exotic wares.

***

"I'm back," Jessica sung.

Genera was startled. She turned quickly, her bushy black ponytail whipping after her. The sight of Jessica standing in her doorway made her eyes glaze over with want, her jaw dropping instantly.

There she stood, hands on her coquettishly tilted hips, from which hung a flowy green skirt of the same regal material as Genera's pink sarong. It was tiny, baring her elegant legs and barely shielding the rest. Above the valley of her bared stomach her immense breasts were squeezed together by a matching green bandeau, upon which the gleam of jewels ensured Genera's eyes be led to the dip of her cleavage. She had bundled her hair into a pile high on top of her head, showcasing the classical silhouette of her slender neck and shoulders.

Wordlessly, breathlessly, Genera approached, and each hasty step revealed the form of her already growing arousal slapping against the lower wraps of her sarong. By they time their bodies met her shaft was firm under the pink material, throbbing against Jessica's bare thigh.

It was exactly what Jessica wanted, to have Genera helpless to the lust she so easily stirred. She chuckled softly as she accepted her desperate kiss, her hands pressing into her rear to pull her in tighter, savouring the feel of that still increasing length as its touch lowered.

Suddenly she spun, pinning Genera to a cabinet. The girl whimpered into her mouth as Jessica raised a leg, setting a foot on one of the drawers so she could teasingly grind against her hardening cock, urging it on. In that pose that meagre skirt provided no cover at all as it hiked up around her hips.

Genera pulled out of their kiss, gasping for breath. Dazed, she looked down at Jessica's chest, running her hands around the sides of those tantalizingly presented globes before hoisting them up. She buried her face in the soft creamy roundness. Against the taut flesh of her cock she could feel Jessica's want, the fluids of desire slowly beginning to soak into the fabric, gluing it to her. She could discern the kiss of lower lips as they dragged up and down, the hard peaks of nipples poking into the palms of her hands. She was madly, agonizingly aroused by the goddess.

She groaned a sigh of relief when Jessica roughly lifted her sarong. Her cock rocketed up, finally free of the strain and confinement. Smiling naughtily as she looked upon that long tool, Jessica gave it a couple strokes, then backed up to guide it towards her slit, her leg still supported high against the furniture.

Genera dipped down, helping to create the space needed to put the end of her length at Jessica's opening. As she hit home Jessica cooed softly: "ooh... got you so hard, babe."

She nodded, entranced by the sight of her fourteen swollen inches moments away from entry. She slid her hands down Jessica's sides to her hips, then pulled that slender hourglass figure close as she rose, slowly pushing herself into her heavenly tightness. 

Jessica moaned, arching her back beautifully as they gradually closed the distance. When finally their bodies met she roughly ground her hips against her as she seeked out a messy kiss, driving that huge shaft in and out a few inches while keeping the majority of it deep within her. With her leg still anchored high on the cabinet drawers those movements were firm and efficient. Her aggressiveness made Genera's legs tremble.

Sliding a hand down to cup the cheek behind that one raised leg, Genera began to rock her hips into those movements. The steady pumping of lovemaking commenced, amidst breathy sighs and muffled gasps.

Jessica began to push harder, colliding recklessly against her. Their kiss broke as Genera succumbed to those movements, lacking the strength to support them both. They fell into a slump in the doorway, and Jessica didn't miss a beat as she continued to vigorously, noisily take her from above.

"God, that's good! Oh, god," she said, reverting to her native English tongue. Genera had made love to her enough times that previous night to know that when she heard those words, the end was near. With all the power she could muster she pushed Jessica onto her back and gave her everything, ravaging her most sensitive regions with short, rapid strokes.

"God...! Unnnnhh!" 

Genera continued, mechanical, her cock huge and hard as steel, emboldened by the sounds of Jessica's ecstasy. Within moments she felt the surging pulses of her humble human seed rushing out to meet its destination. As the orgasm overtook her Jessica wrapped her legs around Genera. They writhed, a gasping pile of bliss.

Again they joined lips. Genera's body was growing stiff, too tense to continue. Her creamy seed had filled Jessica and was now pooling around their joined bodies. Not yet finished, Jessica rolled Genera onto her back, reclaiming her position on top. 

It was an agony of pleasure for Genera as Jessica renewed her efforts. So close to a second orgasm, she spared nothing, her locks of orange hair coming loose and sticking to her sweaty temples as she throttled herself up and down. Her breasts had worked themselves out of her bandeau, bouncing fantastically. Genera's face was pursed from the post-orgasmic over stimulation, but there was no way she was going to lose hardness yet. 

"God! Haa, haaa... Yes! Yes!"

Jessica fell into a crumple over Genera, breathing quickly and deeply as she peaked for the second time. Genera held her close, awed by the beauty and sexual prowess of that perfect being who had chosen her. The rhythmic undulations of her climax were pulling at her shaft, massaging every last of drop seed out of her. 

They kissed gently, and Genera began to slowly resume her movements. Round three would be a gentler affair...

Chapter 12

Having the foresight not to step inside, Dorcia set the dinner tray outside of Genera's room. She wondered what she would see if she stole a peek through those beads and veils; just imagining filled her head with prurient thoughts.

"Ah, goddesses... I've left dinner for you outside the door."

She heard a giggle and then the scraping of footsteps. Genera's dark arm reached through the veils, feeling about for the tray. Dorcia pushed it toward her with the tip of her foot.

"Thank you Dorcia," Genera said as she dragged the tray into the unseen chamber.

"We lived charmed lives in this temple, hm?" Jessica was lounging against one of the velvet covered chairs, her hair down and clothes gone.

Genera brought the tray over to her and snuggled her naked self up over her. "Well, we are charmed. Perhaps moreso in your case."

"You would have to be charmed to please me," Jessica said. 

Genera smiled, looking at her dreamily as she laid against her beautiful pale body. Her eyes spoke the words she wouldn't: But you are the real goddess. She passed a bunch of grapes to Jessica, who accepted them hungrily.

The foreign goddess took a thoughtful moment as she slowly chewed. "I think... I might want to go someplace else."

"What? Where?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's nice in your temple but I can't be here forever."

Genera looked slightly hurt. "...Why?"

"Oh, well. I have my reasons... There's a few reasons..."

She blinked, taken by surprise by what seemed to be sad news. "Please don't leave me," she whispered.

Jessica squeezed her thigh reassuringly, "no! No, I won't be doing that. I just need a little relocation, that's all. I'll still be around..."

"But why?"

Jessica passed a lock of hair behind her ear, gathering her thoughts. "Well, okay. Look... I've been doing sort of what we are doing right now, for a long time. I mean living with one person, a lover. It's been this way for more than half of my life... for a longer time than you've been alive."

Genera began to look humbled. 

"Oh, not that much longer though! But that's pretty much why I came here, to get away from that lifestyle. So I kind of want to see what it's like to live on my own. I'll find some place on this island that I like."

"You would have to go somewhere secret. The others are very interested in you, and while there's privacy in here, out there it would be a different story."

"Yes, I know."

Genera nodded, then took a bite from her bread. "You said there are 'reasons'. So why else?"

"Well darling, think about it. The priestesses think we're both goddesses. They're expecting a pregnancy, and probably soon. If I were to stay here for weeks, leading into months, and there were no babies to show for it, they would begin to suspect that one of us isn't what we seem."

"Maybe it would be for the best if the truth about me came out."

"But that's not going to happen, because when I leave we'll tell them I've retreated somewhere to tend to the pregnancy. And then you can go on being the ruler of this temple."

Genera nodded. "...That is a good plan."

"Mhmm." Jessica plucked another piece of bread off of the tray. "And there is one more reason."

"And what is that?"

"When the priestesses took me into the market today I saw your worshippers, Laene and Drea. They didn't know it was me... I was hidden in one of those old robes."

Genera smiled at the mention of her friends. She was proud to know that Jessica had witnessed their beauty. 

"Drea was sad. It was plain to see that she wanted to be here, with you. When I came here I took that from her... and for that I feel terribly guilty. So when I retreat, she can resume her, ah, 'worship'."

Those guilty feelings were shared, for it had never fully occurred to Genera how recent changes would affect Drea. Things had been developing too quickly for her to even think about it. She nodded slowly, looking down at her knees solemnly. "I see you've thought of everything. But I can still see you?"

"Yes, definitely. You can visit anytime. Though probably when it's dark, so we don't arouse suspicion."

"Alright... That's good. I like Drea very much, but now that I've been with you, I... I..."

Jessica touched Genera's lips, silencing her. "There will be more of me, don't you worry about that."



The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 03



The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)

Chapter 13

It was a humble abode, merely a large room with her belongings and living essentials thoughtfully arranged throughout. At her request the priestesses had decorated the place in much the same manner they had Genera's room, with fine exotic fabrics draping over most surfaces and filtering the sunlight from her windows. 

While most Aerotians chose to nap through the midday heat, Jessica's new home offered finer ways to pass those sweltering hours. The cool, clear water of her pond, only a few steps from her doorway, was the perfect relief from the rising temperature. 

She rose from her bed and walked barefoot across a lovely rug to the exit. As she reached the doorway she flicked the straps of her gown off of her shoulders, and the light garment fluttered to the floor.

She slowly lowered herself into the water, enjoying the relief of the cool liquid as it caressed her body, cleansing away the morning's sweat. As she kicked off of a rocky outcrop and glided gracefully the sun gleamed off of her creamy skin. She held no qualms toward bathing nude, for her home was a secluded secret place deep in the woods. 

With the permission and assistance of the priestesses she had scouted out her new property, choosing it specifically for that perfect pool of water. It reminded her of a place from her dreams, a place which may or may not have once existed... It was the place where her past lover, Marla Dennis, had first embraced her. It was also the place where together they had completed her transformation, ending her journey from young woman to goddess.

Though those experiences had taken place in some sort of hyper-realistic dream state, what she now had was a reality. It was only because the priestesses were convinced she was bearing Genera's child that she had been granted that perfect solitude. She would have otherwise been confined to the temple with her, pampered and pleasured until a pregnancy had been ensured. The pleasure she wouldn't have minded as much as the pampering... she needed space, and her deception had granted her precisely that. 

She rested her back against the rocky wall of her pond, gazing peacefully at the cozy home they had built her. She, the one true goddess of Aerotia, relished the quiet solitude.

***

Drea had that look in her eye. When she was ready for worship, she always had a certain look. Months ago it was one of eagerness, of excitement to receive the blessings of Aerotia's goddess. She would attend Genera with an intensity that belied her dedication, evidencing her belief that consuming the divine seed would bring the gradual transformation.

After almost half a year she still looked and felt no different, and still the only pleasure she could offer Genera was oral. The thrill was gone, and now worship was more of an act of duty to her. 

That look, Genera had noticed, had changed. She was simply doing her job, to eventually be able to bear her children.

It was a sad reminder to Genera of her secret: she was no goddess. She was simply, somehow, blessed with the improbable physique of one. Despite that, the situation was so sweet that Drea's draining enthusiasm couldn't bring her down. What was not to like, when she had a luscious young companion whose job was to give her pleasure five days a week? 

And what really made keeping the secret so worthwhile was the things she would do when Drea was away. At night Genera would leave the temple, in search of a secret place in the woods, where a firey haired woman awaited her. She, that ageless paragon of beauty and fertility, was the true goddess of Aerotia, and Genera was her sole worshipper.

In response to that look Genera made her way over to her favourite chair. Her clothing, simply a series of fine golden chains around her neck and hips from which purple cloth draped over her lower body and chest, swayed loosely against her. Once seated she parted her legs slightly, and her barely hidden shaft audibly patted down onto the cushioned surface beneath the front flap of her gown. 

Drea walked towards her, swaying her curvy hips beneath the tiny transparent outfit that worshippers wore, intentionally letting her lush chest bounce with each step. As their gazes locked Genera tried not to consider how detached her companion's expression had become.

Wasting not a moment, Drea got to her knees and tossed the front flap of Genera's gown aside. With hands now quite experienced she took that flaccid length, gently teasing up and down as she leaned forward to run her tongue along the tip. Genera sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back against the chair as she waited for that tickling touch to become the pleasure of her arousal.

After a few moments Drea began to feel Genera swell in her hands. Relieved, she doubled her efforts. Genera moaned softly, sensually arching her back as the blood rushed to her cock. Slowly Drea shifted herself back and changed her posture to a higher pose, gaining the distance necessary to keep the end of that growing length in her mouth. With every bit gained her eagerness increased, for one thing that never grew old for her was how impressed she was when Genera was fully hardened.

Genera's eyes opened to the familiar sight of Drea running her open hand up and down her fourteen inches, the tip tucked between two lips which smiled, pleased to see her mistress aroused by her efforts. She returned that smile. After some moments she reached down to give a couple strokes of her own. Seeing this, Drea let go and pulled off her veil-like outfit.

In their familiarity there was little need to speak during worship; actions and calm playful looks sufficed. Drea pushed her chest up toward Genera, who began to drizzle oil from a silver decanter onto her very plentiful young chest. Drea began to massage the smooth fluid into her bosom, her hands smoothly tracing over every curve. Gazing down at that sight, Genera found her cock throbbing hard, eager to be tucked into that soft, slippery canyon. She wondered how much more gorgeous such a body could become if the seed of true goddesses were actually offered.

On her knees, Drea came forward and closed her breasts around Genera's shaft. As she lifted and lowered around her hardness she looked up at her mistress and ran her tongue along her full lips, teasing. Genera moaned softly, becoming ever more turgid. Blissfully she leaned back, awaiting the inevitable sensation of lips again closing around her thick pink head.

"Mmmmh, yes Drea," she groaned. The girl had become an expert at sucking her huge cock. As tonsils tickled tip she could feel just the slightest hint of what was to come, faint whispers of yet another thick load for her to swallow. She laid back, occasionally writhing or deeply exhaling at the sensations of that skilled attention.

Seeking to finish her, Drea crept closer, swinging Genera's shaft in a broad arc to point towards its owner's face. Hovering over her, gravity did some of the work for her by draping her breasts around her seething pole. She slipped a hand into that fleshy nook and firmly stroked up and down, all the while still urging Genera on with deep sucks and strokes of her tongue.

Genera easily passed grateful kisses along Drea's cheeks as she did this, for the dimensions involved put the two young ladies' faces almost level with each other. Drea just steadily pushed on, for the subtle hint of Genera's quickening pulse was urging her towards the inevitable finish.

Suddenly Genera seized, her limbs becoming tense and rigid. She fell back against her chair, and as she stiffly dug her heel into the rug her cock trembled, moments from releasing. Uttering a soft sigh Drea stroked steadily with both hands until the thick seed met her tongue. She swallowed every spurt. She never missed a drop.

In the euphoric haze that followed every climax, Genera gazed down at Drea as she dutifully continued, gathering every last bit of her diminishing load. Her feelings of guilt surfaced as she considered what Drea had become. This was her life now... and it was all for a lie. 

Drea's duties were fulfilled -- Genera was quite depleted. She got up and sashayed over to the bed, where she flopped down onto the pink and violet sheets with a sigh of relief. Genera rose and followed, though her pace was slowed by the offsetting weight of her still semi-hard member. Languidly she settled down beside her.

When the ritual of worship was finished their dynamic usually became much more casual and relaxed. They were, after all, still best friends. Drea was oblivious to Genera's guilt, so the mood for her was in no way soured. Instead she was happy and carefree, for the pressure of her duties were behind her for another night, and she would be able to go home to see her family the next day.

"Drea, do you enjoy being my... worshipper?" 

"Of course. It is the greatest honour for any woman or girl to have my place."

"Yes, it is. But... do you enjoy this?"

She looked at her for a hesitant moment. "...I do."

Genera nodded. Drea was as bad at telling lies as she was at detecting them. 

Chapter 14

Laene was doing her best to keep her cool. Sure, Hector may have promised her that he would spend the evening with her, and yes, it had been more than a week since he had set aside any of his time for her, but she wouldn't let anyone on to the fact that there was a problem. Enough of her friends and family had warned her against spending her time waiting upon the foolish boy. To display her outrage would only give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right.

"Thank you," she said to his mother. "I suppose there isn't many fish out there to catch, so he's been out on the water for longer than we planned. I'll just be going home, then..."

"Alright, dear. I'll tell him you stopped by."

Laene turned and left, feeling foolish for having persisted. The sun had set hours ago, and it was time for her to retire. She'd only hoped it would be in his bed, not her own. The circumstances had left her restless. She would need to walk off her angst, or it would be a sleepless night.

She aimlessly wandered down the ancient paths of the Aerotian capital, kicking up dust as her mind lingered on thoughts of yet another of her careless boyfriend's letdowns. 

Something caught her eye... squinting down the lane, she saw the slender figure of a young woman, slightly tall. Though she clutched one of the brown robes of the priestesses around her the hood was lowered, and there was no mistaking the glint of gold hooped earrings and that long, bushy ponytail of dark curled locks. It was Genera.

Where was she going? The path she was walking led out of the citadel and into the adjacent forest. Laene had nothing better to do and hours until she could sleep, so she followed.

***

Fifteen minutes of silent pursuit had led Laene out of the city and into the woods. She followed Genera along paths that were becoming increasingly less walked, and she was ready to give up and go home when she finally caught sight of a small hut. It was evidently Genera's destination. As her robed figure tugged open the curtains of the doorway the warm glow of candlelight briefly shone upon Laene, so she ducked behind a bush. She watched Genera enter.

Could this have been the rumoured abode of Jessica, that visiting goddess from afar? She had heard stories from others, saying that Genera had impregnated her and she now dwelled in the forest, awaiting the birth of their child. She paid no mind to those stories; the fairy tales of goddesses were beneath her and she was very much grounded in reality. Yet... if the stories were true, she had stumbled upon something secret.

She crept toward one of the windows of that hut and peeked inside. A crack in the drapery afforded her a narrow view of what lay within. It was the motion of two bodies. Slowly, she rose high enough to rest her chin on that windowsill, gaining a clear viewpoint of the spectacle within.

"Mmmh... I thought you'd never arrive. I was waiting here, all by my lonesome..."

"The priestesses were more mindful than usual, so I'm a little late, but I'm here now."

"Good."

Genera had shrugged out of the brown robe, revealing herself to be dressed in her favourite pink sarong. The lovely wrapping began by hugging her full breasts, encircling her hourglass form until mid-thigh. She and Jessica held each other close, and from the hungry looks in their eyes it was plain to see that they had awaited that moment for some time. They kissed gently yet with a steadily increasing passion.

Laene watched Genera step in closer, deliberately brushing her thigh against Jessica's thinly clothed leg. She responded with a gentle sigh, beginning to bite down on her bottom lip hotly. They breathed heavily, their gazes locked in shared looks of desire."Let's not waste any more time, then," she said.

Laene had a clear view of Jessica, who was presently untying a pair of laces that lay at her back. They alone held her black halter top to her incredible chest. It was her first time beholding the pale visitor, and she was struck by the absolute perfection she beheld. The laces came undone, and her top must have been under a lot of stress, for it snapped loose and shot to the ground, revealing a pair of huge breasts that bounced free of their constraint, only to stand round and seemingly weightless against her slender figure. Laene's jaw dropped.

Genera's reaction was immediate. With a helpless sigh she stepped into Jessica, who caught her in her arms as they collapsed upon a modest bed against the wall. She watched them kiss passionately, their hands wandering all over each others' bodies, grabbing indulgently at whatever they could.

Laene was ashamed to be watching them, but she couldn't turn away. They were just so impassioned, so perfect. It was hypnotizing. As she watched Genera's clothes be discarded by Jessica's eager hands she realized that something was amiss: Jessica was very much not showing any signs of pregnancy. There wasn't even the slightest swell to her flat stomach, and furthermore there was nothing in that little house that indicated that a child was meant to be raised there.

How very strange. She watched Genera stand up, the last wrapping of her sarong falling to the floor, revealing her beautiful body. It was all offset by her gargantuan shaft which throbbed hard, standing straight out from her hips to an improbable distance. Laene gulped at the sight, having not beheld it for many months.

Jessica got to her knees before her, her movement leaving her discarded skirt behind, and she took Genera's cock in her mouth. To stroke that length was a full movement of her pale arm, and as Laene beheld Jessica's work she found herself wondering why she hadn't shown the same enthusiasm that one fateful night in her past. Watching from a distance, she saw Genera in a new light. She was a powerful, sensual being whose virility dwarfed every man and boy on their island. She was awed by the spectacle of the two nude women, so perfectly beautiful yet contrastingly different, each one's body blessed in ways that drove the other mad with lust. 

"Oh, oh god, Jessica," she groaned. Jessica wouldn't stop as Genera inched toward the bed, not until she was securely seated, at which point the firey haired woman got up and placed one foot on the mattress. Laene's eyes widened in disbelief as Jessica took aim and began to dip down. The tip of Genera's cock disappeared within her, and the rest of that length was quick to follow. 

The two women shared an impassioned moan as Jessica's rear hit Genera's lap, and Laene was surprised to hear herself quietly do the same. It was entirely involuntary on her part, and she found herself having to come to terms with the fact that she found them so arousing, despite the things she'd said about Genera before.

All that could be heard was the slap of their bodies colliding, the heaviness of their breath. Jessica truly was a goddess, for no mere human could possibly take Genera like she was. The look of pure ecstasy on the goddess's face as she slid down that towering member spoke of gratifications Laene had never felt. She was finally a believer, and with belief came jealousy. 

Unseen in the darkness, there was no reason for Laene not to reach into her skirt. Was it forbidden to watch? No matter; no one would have to know she'd took pleasure in watching Aerotia's goddesses make love. 

Jessica's movements quickened, her poise straightening as she released a heartfelt wail. The sound sent a chill down Laene's spine. Genera smiled, glad to see her pale lover climaxing on her huge cock. She reached out for Jessica's quivering breasts as she continued to fitfully drag herself up and down.

Eventually Jessica stopped. She wrapped her arms around Genera's neck, breathing heavily. As they touched foreheads they shared a giggle, then a gentle kiss. Not a moment later Genera tilted forward and twisted, laying her down on the bed. "Mmmh, yes babe... give it to me," Jessica purred. They were sideways to the window now, letting Laene see everything. In the silent dark, she began to sweat.

Genera wanted to savour the moment, so she made love slowly, pushing herself into Jessica inch by inch. Laene had to cover her mouth, barely stifling a moan. Seeing what pleasures it could bring, she lusted for that awe inspiring tool. 

Jessica gasped as Genera bottomed out. She smoothly raised a long leg and wrapped it around her waist. That previous orgasm had left her terribly sensitive, and as Genera began to assume a slow rhythm each movement brought waves of pleasure through her core. "Ooooh, yes... I'll never get tired of your huge cock, baby."

Oh my god... if only that were me, Laene thought. With her inhibitions forgotten she slid a finger into her slit, sliding it in and out in pace with Genera's slow, steady strokes.

Many moments passed as the goddesses embraced, and Laene worked herself into a hot crescendo. She bit down on the flesh of her thumb, trying her best not to utter a single sound, lest the goddesses hear her through that open window. Not that they weren't preoccupied...

Naughtily, she licked the fluids of her climax off her fingers. Genera was starting to speed up. In that hut romance was turning to animal passion as the pace quickened, the long passes of that shaft causing the two ladies to moan in sweet unison.

With a final sigh Genera buried herself deep, and Jessica held her close as she lay perfectly still, save for the visible throbbing at the base of her cock as she emptied herself into the reclining beauty. "Oh yes, yes, my big girl, give it all me!" Suddenly Genera gasped and jolted, apparently breaking out of the blissful paralysis of her orgasm.

With Genera's heavy breath well audible they gently kissed. Their lips parted and Genera started to pull out. Laene shuffled forward, wanting another look at her, for by then it it'd been too long since she'd enjoyed the sight of her full length. As she slowly continued to draw herself out some of her cum left Jessica with her, dripping onto the bed as it glisteningly coated her. Once fully removed she laid back, still gasping for air, her slightly softened cock flopping wetly against her torso as she went.

Jessica smoothly got up, and with a catlike grace crawled toward Genera. She traced her hand up her dark leg until she caught a handful of her sac. Her hold slid further up, gathering the creamy coating as that long shaft slipped through her grasp. "Mmmm," she purred as she lifted its tip to her mouth and began to stroke the hardness back into her.

Genera groaned, the sensation of Jessica's persistence almost too much to bare. Laene found herself snapping out of a trance as Genera's rigidity slowly returned. It looked like those two weren't done yet, and she wouldn't have been surprised if they would go all night. It was time for her to leave though. She had seen enough and it was extremely late, so she quietly got to her feet and made her way home.




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 03



Chapter 15

Drea was watching Laene from the corner of her eye as they stood in the shade of their stand in the marketplace. Her eyes were slowly shutting, her head tilting down as she dozed off. "Hey, Laene... Get much sleep last night?"

She shook her head, partially as a response and partially just an attempt to shake off the drowsiness.

"Oh. Did Hector keep you up all night?"

"No... He never showed up."

"I see." Suspiciously, Drea leered at her. Normally Laene would be fumingly mad about her boyfriend's failures and it would be the first thing they would discuss, yet Laene seemed more focused on just staying awake than anything else. "So, why are you so tired then?"

She turned to look at her with dark puffy eyes. "Drea... I saw something unbelievable last night."

"Okay, you've got my interest."

"I was leaving Hector's place, after his mom told me he wasn't home. It was already late. I saw Genera walking... she was dressed up like one of the priestesses, disguised in fact. She was heading into the forest south of town."

"So you followed her?"

"Of course. She went deep, deep into that forest. To a little hut, by a pond..."

Drea nodded, "ohh! That must be where the goddess Jessica is living."

"Yes, it is her home."

"Genera never mentioned that she's been going out there at night. She must have been visiting with the baby. That's very good of her. How big was Jessica's belly?"

"Yeah, but wait, that's the thing," Laene said, seeming to regain some of her energy as the stranger details came out. "Jessica isn't pregnant. She's just been living in that forest by herself."

Drea blinked. "Wha... really...?"

"Yeah."

"But... but everyone thinks..."

Laene just shrugged her shoulders tiredly.

"Has Genera been lying to us?"

"What? I, uh... I don't know?"

"To us... and the priestesses... to everyone?!"

Laene found herself taking a step back as a blind rage overtook her best friend. She hadn't thought too hard about the situation, didn't think Drea would be so incensed to learn of Genera's little fib.

"Laene. What were they doing?"

"Ah! Hehe, well, you know... that thing that goddesses do..."

With a snarl, Drea slammed her fist into the mound of clothing before her, and heads turned to see what the fuss was about.

"Wow, calm down Drea," Laene said, stepping closer and speaking in a hushed tone. "There's no need to make a scene! What is there to be mad about? Of course, goddesses will do what they are meant to do..."

"Oh, so now you're a believer, hmm? Well let me tell you something. I've been worshipping Genera for half a year now and I feel exactly the same as I always have. I've been a very good worshipper, but I have nothing to show for it. And now you tell me the goddess Jessica was not impregnated."

Laene lifted an eyebrow, "sure, okay. So what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that you were right all along. Genera isn't a goddess. She is false!"

"Whoa, please, more quietly! We can't let anyone hear us speak of her like that."

Drea almost spoke again, but stopped as a family walked past their stand. She stared at Laene and pondered the strange reversal of roles she and her best friend were experiencing. Eventually she turned away from her, to face the market square again. Her jaw was trembling with emotion.

"Are you okay...?"

"No, I'm not okay. I... I don't know what to... I feel so humiliated!"

Laene took Drea's hand. "Why? Because you think Genera is a fake? I don't think so at all! If she were why would the goddess Jessica like her so much?"

"Because... because look at her. She's beautiful, she's... like a goddess... it's just... nothing else about her is the way it should be! Or else, I would have something to show for all the time we've spent together."

"Well, I don't know. Maybe you're right. Maybe she's just like, some sort of anomaly. I mean, they say that the blood of goddesses runs through our veins in Aerotia. Maybe she's inherited just the right amount of that blood, to become what she is today."

"Maybe. Just the right amount of it to be a liar."

Chapter 16

It was approaching noon and still there was no sign of Drea. Normally she would arrive a few hours after sunrise, always punctual after her day off. The temple was, after all, a much nicer place to be than out in the hot marketplace. This was unlike her. 

The sound of Genera's feet padding against the stony ground reverberated off the walls of the empty temple as she paced about. It was so quiet. She was at a loss for what to do with herself. Left on her own, dressed for worship, her mind began to wander...

She was thinking back to her night with Jessica. It was one of the many nights they'd shared in secret, and there was seemingly nothing that set it apart from any of the others, but she still reminisced to it, wishing she could return to that little hut. By the time they had finished the sun was threatening to rise, and she had rushed back to the temple, only to sleep the morning away. 

A day had passed since then. With Drea absent, there was nowhere she would rather have been than with Jessica again. It was an honour to be wanted by the goddess, and it was a thrill to keep their activities so secret. 

***

Genera picked at the platter of food, an extravagant spread as always. Lunch for two, and still Drea was nowhere to be found.

Satisfied, she rose from her seat and began to shrug out of the fine chains and sheets that were her formal wear. She hung them on their stand, relieved to be rid of the elaborate outfit. She took her casual sarong and began to wrap herself, then pinned the final fold in place.

She'd made up her mind. Drea's absence would be her treat. She would make a daytime visit to Jessica's little home.

***

The walk through the forest had almost become routine, but then she had always negotiated it at night. The mood was entirely different now that the sun was high in the sky. The biggest difference was the sweltering heat - she was terribly hot in that heavy priestess' robe, and her sweat ran so heavily that she could feel her arms slipping against her sides as she went. She was feeling light headed and wished she'd had the forethought to bring a container of water.

Only when Jessica's hut was in view did she feel safe enough to remove the suffocating robe. It stuck to her hot sweat-slicked body, but eventually she had it off and folded it over her forearm.

She knocked on the door. No response. She stepped inside, only to find Jessica wasn't there. 

As Genera began to consider the long, hot walk home she heard a faint splash of water. Walking through the back door of the hut she saw a heavenly sight: The midday sun shone off the crystal clear water of Jessica's pond, lighting it up like a gleaming sapphire... yet the true jewel was the beauty who swam within it. Relieved, Genera walked down to the stony rim of that natural pool and waited for Jessica to notice her arrival.

"Oh, Gen... How unexpected! Are you allowed to be here right now?" Jessica slid over to the shallowest shore of the pond, then began to step out of the water. As the sun irradiated her gleaming reddish gold hair and creamy pale skin, the droplets of water pouring off her bare lust inducing dimensions, Genera felt like she was witnessing Venus rising from the ocean. She was tongue-tied as she moved toward her, entranced as always by her divinely over endowed features as they shuddered against her slender body.

"Uh... I, uh. Yes, I can be here. No one knows."

"Okay. Good. You must be dying from the heat though." Jessica's green eyes slid down Genera's front. That favourite pink sarong was soaked with sweat and clinging to her, revealing everything in its saturated semi-transparency, including the elongating form of her burgeoning arousal. Jessica offered a hand, "you'd better join me in the water."

They walked into the shallow pond and Genera started to remove her sweat drenched clothing. Jessica couldn't help but let her eyes flit down to that mocha coloured cock, now hanging heavily between her thighs, but her first priority was to get Genera cooled and rehydrated. "The water is fine to drink, also, so help yourself... you probably need it."

Genera tossed her sarong onto the rocks. They continued deeper into the water until it covered them up to their necks. "Ahhh... this water feels amazing. It's perfect." 

Jessica nodded, smiling gladly. "And it's all mine. Can you believe it?" She laid her back against the stony wall, resting her arms on the rim. Her poise was possessive, and indeed the river and hut were her domain. Genera swam over to her, her long black ponytail following her as she went. She held Jessica with a light, cautious touch, for though a true goddess is far from fragile she felt it demonstrated her respect. Her semi hardened cock hovered parallel between them, swaying buoyantly in the water.

Jessica chuckled softly, tilting receptively into Genera's grasp, so she ventured a soft kiss upon the goddess' lips. A touch of tongue quickly escalated what would have been a momentary brush of the lips into an impassioned embrace, with Genera pulling her closer, grinding their bodies together beneath the the surface. Her shaft was quick to fill out, its hot length sending the sensitive tip yearningly into the space between Jessica's breasts.

"Ooh, you are one gorgeous little human... and so quick to arouse," Jessica said. She gently fondled Genera's sac, sifting her heavy balls through her fingers, making her cock throb even harder. "You really turn me on."

"And you are a goddess, a being more perfect than I could ever imagine. I'm helpless to my desire... I must worship you..."

"Go ahead then," Jessica said, and she tilted her chest up, presenting her unbelievable set to Genera. With a grateful little sigh Genera hoisted them, crouching slightly so she could press her face into their soft perfection. She giggled softly, smoothing a hand over the broad curve of a breast as it rested against her cheek, her fingers eventually finding a nipple.

"Ooh... that feels good. Please, more of that."

Genera blinked for a moment, then took each of Jessica's nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, gently kneading them. They were far from small, proportioned wonderfully to the truly expansive breasts they each capped. They hardened quickly. "Nngg... harder, babe." Genera complied. 

"Mmmmmh... that's a new feeling. Don't stop," Jessica said. She felt a warmth building in her breasts, a pleasure that was simultaneously erotic yet also euphoric in a broader sense, like a great massage. It sent gentle tingles down her spine.

Genera slid a hand beneath Jessica's left breast, lifting it up to her lips. She suckled firmly on her hot nipple while continuing to tease the other with steady pinches. "Ooh, oh Gen, wow... keep doing that. That feels amazing..."

Genera nodded silently, continuing. She would do whatever her goddess wished, despite the pressing urges of her impatient, turgid cock. 

The sensations Jessica felt were increasing, tingles of euphoria running through her every nerve as a pressure began to build inside of her breasts. She moaned deeply, arching her back sensually, instinctively. She shut her eyes and waited for whatever was about to happen happen.

Neither had known what to expect next: With little warning Jessica moaned again, her head lolling back against the wall as she began to release fluid into Genera's mouth. It tasted like nothing Genera had ever experienced before, an indescribable flavour that demanded she continue to drink. It was delicious, and absolutely addictive. Genera felt the same warm something dribbling down her hand from the other breast, and glancing sideways at it she saw that it had the colour and consistency of milk.

Jessica was in absolute ecstasy, for the act of producing it for her as powerful as an orgasm yet entirely different. It was a patient, calm bliss that remained constant as long as Genera continued. She was sapped of the will to move, with all of her focus intent on the simple pleasure of feeding her worshipper. "Oh my god Gen... this has never happened before. Mmmm god, keep going..."

Unable to help herself anymore, Genera began to stroke her spare hand up and down her cock, for the strange activities had kept her rock hard and wanting. It didn't distract her from her main task of drinking Jessica's milk down -- nothing possibly could, it was just far too good to ignore, especially when the flow was increasing to a gentle mouth filling pour.

Soon the water around them was tainted cloudy by the milky fluids as Genera's fingers steadily teased them out. Experimentally, she switched nipples, eliciting a wimper of complaint and then an appreciative purr from the subdued strawberry blonde. Of course Genera's mouth was greeted by the same wonderful fluid, which she continued to drink down with great gusto. 

Jessica opened her eyes for a moment, looking down at Genera in disbelief. She saw her arm steadily moving beneath the water, so she joined her in wrapping a hand around her neglected cock. Genera murmured her appreciation and quickly began to rock her hips into each pass of their hands.

Their combined motions were making short work of her, and after a few moments it was evident that Genera was about to let go. Jessica did nothing to stop it, for the closer she got the deeper she drank... and the feeling of milk leaving her body was absolutely divine. Soon Genera tensed, gasping into Jessica's nipple, and she felt her cock seizing hard beneath the water. Creamy ribbons of cum tickled Jessica's stomach, floating to the surface to mingle with the milky haze that surrounded them.

Genera let go of Jessica's breast, letting it splash against the surface. "Mmmmh, Jessica, my goddess" she sputtered, short of breath and wracked with pleasure.

"Don't stop babe... I need you to drink it all," Jessica whispered. Her hand still slowly trailed up and down her long cock. Genera nodded, taking the other breast in her mouth and continuing to drink, eliciting a breathy moan from the goddess.

Genera was starting to feel extremely relaxed, the strength leaving her limbs as a comforting warmth spread through her body. She wrapped her arms around Jessica's body, lazily resting against her as she drank down that strange milk. It was as if the sweet euphoria Jessica felt were passing into Genera, becoming a shared sensation.

Jessica could see this, and as she watched Genera's eyes shut she had a faint recognition of what was happening to her. To her disappointment she was starting to drink more slowly, with all of her bodily movements becoming languid and limp. Genera was falling asleep.

Eventually she stopped drinking completely, simply resting her head against Jessica's chest. Though Jessica wished she would continue she knew that Genera wouldn't be waking up for a while.

Chapter 17

"Well well, this I did not expect," the woman said. She was seated behind an old wooden desk, with various papers and stationary as well as a laptop arranged in front of her. Genera blinked, puzzled as to why and how she had found herself in such an unfamiliar location. She clenched the arm rests of the antique chair she sat in, looking around frantically at her surroundings, then down at her clothing.

She could have sworn she had just been naked, alone with Jessica in her pond in the midday heat... yet here she was, dry and clothed in her clean sarong, in what must have been a modern apartment or condo. 

"Uh, and I guess you weren't expecting this either," the woman said. Her Italian was accented differently than an Aerotian's, like a fluent mainlander's. Genera peered at the strange woman, feeling as if she might have seen her before. She was a slim, elegant beauty with striking violet eyes and wavy black hair that was curiously streaked with more purple. Although she wore business attire it was plain to see that she was a total knock out. 

"Who are you...?"

"My name is Marla, darling. Marla Dennis. And you are an Aerotian girl?"

Genera nodded. "Yes. My name is Genera. You know of Aerotia?"

"Oh, yes. I've been a few times. It's a wonderful place... like none other. I hope it hasn't changed much since I last visited."

"Not much changes in Aerotia. Miss Dennis... how did I get here... and why?"

Marla leaned in, resting her elbow on the table. "You know, I'm wondering the exact same thing. This isn't real, if you haven't figured it out yet."

"It's not?"

"No, not at all. You're dreaming."

"I see," Genera said. She looked around herself again. "This is a very vivid dream."

"Yes, these particular ones tend to be. You're supposed to remember them. Important messages, they bear."

Genera just stared, mystified.

"Important messages... and I am the one who bears them. Which is what I don't understand, since I've never in my life seen you before. Say, do you happen to know a woman named Jessica? She looks like she's about your age, but she's definitely not from your island."

Genera nodded slowly, "yes, I know her. I know her very well, in fact."

"This must have something to do with her, then. You see, she's a goddess. And I'm a goddess, and you're one also."

"You... what? Me...?"

"Oh, yes, you. That's why we're here, my darling. Have you been involved with Jessica?"

Genera blushed softly. "Yes, I have been."

Marla needed to pause. It seemed Genera's reply had affected her slightly. "I see. ...Alright, we're getting somewhere. Jessica is something we have in common. I've been involved with her, too." Marla turned a framed picture on her desk to face Genera. It was an image of herself and Jessica, huddled in each others' arms as Marla pointed the camera down towards them. "For a long time, in fact. I sired her." 

You know what? Maybe it's better if I show you...

Suddenly Genera's vantage point changed, her consciousness separated from body. She beheld the apartment from above, and in it were Marla and Jessica.

This is an image of the past. You probably weren't even born yet when this happened. Just a day in our lives...

Marla had taken Jessica's costume and locked herself in the bathroom. Jessica meanwhile had already dressed herself in the living room and by then was taking steps to prevent any more trick-or-treaters from interrupting their privacy.

As Marla's had been, Jessica's strawberry blonde hair was up in pigtails. The short sleeved blue and white belly top was ill fitted for her, for while on its former wearer it was just able to hold her chest, on Jessica it was much too small. Slender though she was, the bottoms of her breasts were exposed almost up to the beginnings of her areolae, and though the elastic hem squeezed her tightly she felt that any misstep would have those expansive globes bouncing free from under the tightly packed fabric. Her nipples were boldly visible, pressing into the material. Beneath the tiny blue pleated skirt she wore nothing, for the included white panties had been all but ruined by Marla. With that garb she was easily the naughtiest cheerleader ever.

In her knee-high white socks and sneakers her footsteps were silent as she made her way to the entrance of their apartment. She opened the door, meekly hiding behind it in case anyone should witness her scandalous wear, and taped a note to the door:

[happy halloween! there's no need to knock - help yourselves! 

At the foot of that door she placed a bowl full of candies. It was a bit of a cop-out, but they at least wouldn't have to deal with any more interruptions. 

I've never seen her like this before. She seems so young, so... silly. Is she human?

Yes. As I hope the priestesses taught you, a lady goddess is not born, she is made. 




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 03



"Oh... oh my." Marla had finally finished dressing herself and was standing in the living room when Jessica returned, looking her over with a lecherous grin.

"What? That's all you're going to wear?" Jessica assessed Marla's version of her police woman costume. The only parts of it she had decided to wear were the black knee high stiletto heeled boots. She stood there in glorious nudity otherwise, having spent the entire time simply cleaning herself up and fixing her makeup and hair. She held the handcuffs at her side casually.

Oh, wow. You definitely are a goddess, Miss Dennis. In fact... I think I recognize you. One of the statues by the temple... I think it's you!

You are correct, darling. Fourth statue east of the temple.

You... you are very old.

"That's right... this is all I'm going to wear," Marla repeated as she approached. She licked her lips, taking in the outrageously sexy sight of Jessica in her costume. As she eyed that copious display of underboob and all the other skin her outfit neglected to cover her shaft began to lengthen, despite the heavy use it had received not even half an hour before. Standing before Jessica in those heels, she loomed over her. 

I don't understand the language you two are speaking.

Don't worry, we won't say anything important.

Jessica felt slightly intimidated as she looked up at Marla. Her black and purple hair was tied back, and her makeup gave her a severe, fatal look. "Turn around, so I can see the rest of you," Marla commanded.

Marla purred with appreciation as Jessica turned, enjoying how that tiny skirt revealed the bottoms of her pale, naked cheeks. There would be no need to remove it.

Jessica started to fidget with her top, pulling the hem down over her breasts as she felt its grasp begin to slip. Marla stepped forward, using that moment of distraction to catch Jessica by surprise, who felt the hot, heavy slap of a semi-erect shaft against the back of her thigh, then hands firmly holding her by the hips while a firm bosom pressed into her back. Marla held her with an unbudgeable force that she rarely exerted. Tonight, she wasn't going to be tender.

"Oh... Marla, mmm," Jessica murmured as her neck was nuzzled and kissed. That hot presence at her thigh was starting to press harder, applying its pressure gradually lower and lower. She shivered with desire, instantly surrendering to her monstrously endowed lover.

"You look so hot in this stupid little costume, it's ridiculous," Marla said as she lustfully regarded the way Jessica's breasts overflowed out of the tiny clothes. Regarding her own costume, she added: "These boots and cuffs suit me well enough, but I didn't care for the rest." With that said Marla roughly took Jessica's wrists, one by one, and placed them behind her back. Jessica obediently held them there as she was cuffed. 

"Now, darling, let's go this way." Marla took hold of Jessica's hips and guided her towards the couch. From behind she watched her pale cheeks sway half covered by that little skirt, while the sides of her breasts could be seen bouncing tantalizingly as her top struggled to mash them against her slender torso. Reaching the couch Marla continued to urge her forward, so Jessica kneeled on top of it and rested her upper chest on the back rest, pushing her rear out towards Marla.

Gravity was having its way with her, and with her hands pinned behind her back there was nothing she could do as with the soft 'frip' of fabric being quickly displaced its pull caused her bosom to spill out. She chirped softly, feeling just the slightest bit of embarrassment at her wardrobe malfunction, despite all the intimacy she and Marla shared.

Do I really need to see this?

Sure, why not? You know you like it. Besides... there's a lesson to learn.

"Mmmh... darling," Marla purred. "Let me get that for you." Marla stepped close, her semi-hardened cock sliding between Jessica's thighs until her groin collided with rear. She placed her hands on Jessica's smooth, slender waist, then slowly slid them up until they were more than filled by those over abundant breasts. She kneaded and squeezed them, then pancaked the firm globes against Jessica's chest as she began to tease her nipples. 

"Nggh, Marla," Jessica softly moaned. That attention to her sensitive nipples and the sensation of Marla growing still harder between her thighs were strengthening her already intense desire.

In the end Marla preferred the novel sight of Jessica crammed inside that little top, so she began to work the fabric back onto her breasts. It was quite the arousing task, and by the time all but the bottoms of them were packed in again she was at full hardness. Jessica could feel each throb of Marla's length against her thighs while the head tapped at her belly.

Marla backed up slowly, letting her shaft drag stiffly against Jessica's sex, leaving a faint trail of fresh arousal on its surface. When she'd stepped back far enough for that fat head to sit at Jessica's entrance, she grabbed herself midlength and began to rub that searing helmet against her lower lips teasingly. 

"Oh god... fuck me, Marla," Jessica sighed.

"Mm-mm... not yet," Marla said. "But good things happen to those who wait." She continued to tease, using her hardness to push Jessica's lips open enough to just kiss the tip, which was painting them with a hot dribble of precum.

Jessica looked back at Marla, wishing she could free her hands so she could do something -- anything, to get at Marla's huge, gorgeous shaft. It seemed she would just have to settle for the near agony of waiting.

Once finally satisfied with that teasing Marla got to her knees, taking her time not to topple over in those boots. Bent over that couch in her tiny skirt, all of Jessica's behind and sweet flower were on display. Marla grabbed each of her soft cheeks and roughly parted them, then ran her tongue over her slit. The combined flavours of her precum and Jessica's arousal were set to the faint backdrop of the sex they had had earlier that night. She spread Jessica with two fingers and plunged her tongue inside. It was no substitute for her huge cock but Marla was very good, and Jessica was sighing softly with each lick.

Eventually, after what seemed to Jessica to be an eternity of anxious waiting, Marla slowly got to her feet. She was still rigid and ready, and as she ran a hand up and down her length her precum smeared all along its hot surface to ease her entrance.

"Now, darling? Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Please, yes!"

With a chuckle Marla took a step back, letting her line up the end of her cock with Jessica's sex. She sat it there for just a moment, then started to push herself in ever so slowly. Jessica moaned deeply as her feet, so daintily dressed in those little sneakers and long socks, lifted involuntarily at the feel of Marla passing bit after rock hard bit into her. They shared a moan of relief, the satisfaction enhanced for both by all the time Marla had spent teasing her.

Now buried as deep as Jessica could take her, Marla grabbed her hips and slid herself out slowly, then back in. She kept this very slow rhythm, letting Jessica savour every inch of her superior cock, despite her urge to fuck the sense out of her busty little beauty of a girlfriend -- that would happen soon enough.

You see that? It's not going to go all the way in. Human. ...Though she's already made great progress.

On a whim Marla gave Jessica a couple sudden quick thrusts. They took an immense toll on the girl, who wailed loudly at the sudden onslaught. "Oh god, fuck!" she panted.

"That's no language for a good little cheerleader," Marla teased as she returned to a pace only slightly faster than her original one. "Are you a good little cheerleader?"

"No... no, I'm not," Jessica said.

"Oh. I see... well then, I'd better not fuck you like one." Marla doubled her speed, and though it wasn't as rapid as those choice few stabs she'd previously given, there was a profound effect on Jessica. She was losing control, moaning incoherently as she pressed against the couch, trying to escape the overload of pleasure. It was futile, as Marla only needed to thrust further to make up for any distance Jessica gained. 

As she continued to give those powerful thrusts Marla detachedly traced her fingertips along Jessica's slender upper arms, down to her delicate elbows. Her forearms were crossed behind her waist, pinned to her by those restricting cuffs. In the narrow space between arms and torso Marla could see the bottoms of Jessica's hefty breasts bouncing and quivering with each thrust, threatening to come loose once again as the girl moaned and writhed. That gentle touch turned to a firm grip, and Marla began to pull Jessica toward her with each pass, packing her even deeper.

"Ohhhh, god! Unnghh," Jessica wailed. She ceased to struggle, giving in to the hyperstimulation of Marla penetrating her so steadily, so deeply, hugely and hard. In that costume she was a ridiculous and exaggerated pantomime of sexualized adolescent innocence, her blessed young figure spilling out of the skimpy stereotypical wares in the most lust inducing manner. She was cumming as Marla loomed over her, despoiling her like some sort of beautiful, ultra-potent, predatory demon.

Paying no mind to the havoc each pass of her huge shaft had wreaked on her climaxing lover, Marla was comfortable to continue, herself not quite yet about to let go. She wouldn't stop unless Jessica begged her to, and by the unintelligible moans and squeals she was uttering she could surely do no such thing.

Finally, feeling the oncoming pressure of what would be her second climax that night, Marla stepped back, and then back some more. As her cock came loose it bounced stiffly before her, glinting with their combined nectar. The girl sagged, as if deflated by the sudden removal.

Marla grabbed Jessica's hips and gave her a firm twist, again employing strength that she rarely displayed around her young lover. Jessica was spun, landing in a sitting position on the couch, facing Marla. Her breasts flung themselves out from under the hem of that tiny top as she was repositioned, only to bounce gloriously against her chest. Gasping for breath after that climax, she stared up at her love, whose throbbing hardness extended to mere inches from her face. 

Marla reached out to cup Jessica's delicate chin, bending slightly at the waist to span the distance between her hips and the other's face. She stepped forward and guided Jessica to the hard, hot head of her cock, letting it bump against her pouty lips. With a subdued moan Jessica opened her mouth and accepted Marla, who chuckled at the sight of the girl shutting her gorgeous eyes and rolling them in ecstasy at her taste.

Her hands on her hips, Marla took a moment to relish the sight of her beautiful little sexbomb, whose pigtails bobbed as she dutifully sucked and tongued the mouthful that was the end of her cock. She reached out and slowly ran a hand along her hard shaft, then again with a tighter grip, feeling her waiting load build pressure.

Marla clenched her eyes shut as her occasional strokes soon assumed a steady pace. Within moments she was on the verge of losing it. With an animal groan she stepped forward to kneel on that couch over Jessica's sitting form and lay her shaft against her chest, then quickly, almost frantically, wrenched her top down over her breasts. Her cock was locked inside between them, exposed only where the shirt ceased to cover the bottoms of Jessica's oversized and ever-growing gifts. She let go.

Though her load had been diminished by their earlier activities that night, powerful surges of her seed still pounded up from between Jessica's breasts, soaking the material of her top from within. Some rivulets of Marla's cum splashed their way up out of the collar onto Jessica's neck, though the majority was contained by the tight garment, only to thickly, copiously slop off of her exposed underbreast onto her thighs and tiny skirt. Jessica giggled softly, meekly, wishing she could have her handcuffs opened so she could catch some of that delicious runoff and have a taste.

Marla was in no state to grant her that freedom, for while wracked with ecstasy she was completely still, save for her heaving chest and the steady, powerful throb of her emptying shaft. "Oooh, darling, yes, god," she swooned, still spurting generously into Jessica's shirt. Thoroughly soaked now, all the details of Jessica's gorgeous chest could be discerned beneath the saturated material. The girl looked up at Marla with pleading eyes, unable to help herself with her arms pinned back.

Oh my god... so much.

Right. This is how we make little lady goddesses like Jessica. This is what you're going to be doing, when you wake up.

Marla saw that Jessica needed a taste of her, so with a laborious moan she got back to her feet, and the steely hardness of her cock pried Jessica's shirt off of her dripping tits once more with a wet 'slap'. With a grateful sigh Jessica accepted her shuddering, spurting rod into her mouth to swallow the diminishing final gushes of pearly ambrosia. 

"And there it is," Marla said between deep breaths. Winded, she stepped back, and her softening cock left Jessica's mouth only to loudly slap against her thigh, spattering a bit of her cum on those black boots. "I guess we'd better clean up."

She left in search of a towel, leaving Jessica sitting there, still bound by her wrists and completely covered.

***

They were back in Marla's office, returned to their respective bodies. Genera was more than a little disturbed by what she'd seen. "What was I supposed to learn from that?"

"Well, darling... a couple things. For one, I just showed you how a goddess treats her worshipper... hopefully you'll learn by example. I've also shown you what Jessica was and how she became what she is now. And, I'm sorry, but I also had to show you that she's had better than you. I couldn't help it."

Genera buried her face in her hands, confused and bewildered. "Why? Why am I here in this dream, with you showing me these things?"

"Because on this particular afternoon you crossed the line. I don't know how Jessica did it, but she's given you my seed and now I'm here having to explain this to you."

Numbly, Genera just nodded. "I see."

"Right. Tell me, do you have any uhm... strange traits? A cock, I'm trying to say?"

"Yes. And for it the priestesses have been convinced I'm Aerotia's goddess."

Marla sat back. "Yes. They think you're the prophesized one. The stuff of legends, returning to restore the glory of the past."

"So they say, yes."

"And they're right. The blood of goddesses flows through Aerotian veins... and in your case, well, you must be the one of a million young ladies who carried enough of that blood to be what you are. Until today you almost were a goddess. Now whatever Jessica has done to you has pushed you over the top. It all fits the prophecy."

Genera didn't know how to respond. Marla thrust her arm across the desk, wanting her to shake her hand. Genera also held out her arm, for the gesture unfamiliar to her.

Marla took her hand and squeezed it firmly. "I think we're done here. Do our race proud."



The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 04



The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)

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Chapter 18

Genera awoke in a less than fair state. She was groggy, disoriented, and the hard ground beneath her was uncomfortable. Wrapped up once again in the rough brown robe of a priestess, she was also terribly hot. 

It must have been mid morning -- how could she have been asleep for so long? Looking around, she saw she was lying in the partial shade of a bush on the eastern side of the temple grounds. 

Somehow Jessica must have brought her there, under cover of night. And she had slept through all of it.

She sat up, squinting her eyes against the sunlight. The strange dreams she'd had were still fresh in her head. She felt a tumult of emotions, but was quick to remember her duty.

Rising to her feet, she made her way inside the temple, where she was sure Drea would already be waiting for her.

Once the heavy doors were shut behind her she tossed the robe onto the floor, baring her sweat slicked body. She paced around her home, searching every room and hallway. The place was deserted.

Drea's absenteeism was something she and the priestesses would have to investigate, but at that moment her first concern was to wash away the dust and perspiration she had accumulated overnight. She drew up a bath. 

Running water was a rarity on the Aerotian islands, as most water was still gathered from wells. That the ancient building had been updated with modern plumbing was one of the many rare luxuries that made life in the temple so sweet... and yet, another of her worshippers was slipping through her fingers!

Perhaps if I'd been a true goddess, I would still have Laene, and Drea would remain as dedicated as she was when we began. Well, things might be different, now, if those dreams I had last night are to be believed.

***

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Laene asked. "I mean, how can you even be so sure she was lying? These are all just matters of suspicion!"

Drea lead Laene by the hand as they briskly headed toward the temple. "No, this isn't just suspicion. I was too foolish to see it, but now it's obvious. She's been faking it and now we're going to have a word with her and the priestesses. To tell them we know the truth."

They were passing by Genera's statue, the newest of the many that lined the oldest streets of the capital. Though still unfinished it was definitely taking form, becoming recognizable as her image. "What do you think we could even accomplish by doing that?"

"We can put a stop to this. An end to the lies, of one person being worshipped while the rest of us are mere peasants! She's taking advantage of everyone's hope. It's wrong."

"I... suppose..."

***

As Genera was stepping out of the bathtub she heard knocking on the temple's thick wooden door. She was fascinated to find that her hearing had become so acute, her mind so analytical, that she could tell by the resonance of those knocks that they belonged to the small, finely built hand of a young female. Judging by their rhythm and force that female was quite agitated.

Drea has finally come, to tell me what's kept her away for two days. This should be interesting.

Not even bothering to hurry, Genera walked over to the stand where she'd hung her worship clothes. If Drea was going to have her first meeting with a true goddess she would definitely be dressed the part. She clasped the fine golden chain around her hips, draping the long purple fabric loin cloth over her groin and rear. Another golden chain she placed around her collar, hanging a sheet of the same fabric over her breasts. 

On top of her cabinet sat her jewelry. She continued the gold theme by putting on her hoop earings, as well as a gleaming armlet.

Those knocks persisted as Genera padded over to the entrance. She easily pulled the massive door open with a strength that surprised her, as well as Drea, whose hand still hung suspended in the air as she stood blinking in the doorway.

"Ah, hello Drea. It's been longer than we expected, hasn't it? And Laene! I'm glad to see you." She stepped back, "please come in." Genera noted that neither girl was dressed for worship.

"We won't need to come in. This should only take a moment," Drea said sternly.

"Oh. Well at least step inside the doorway, or you'll let all my cool air out." She beckoned for them to enter, and once they had done so shut the door behind them, more gently this time. "Drea, did you mean to wear your worship clothes?"

"No. I meant to discuss certain things which you've been keeping hidden from us. Hidden from us and the priestesses... from all of Aerotia!"

"I see," Genera said. The wheels were turning in her head, faster than they ever could before, filling in all the blanks. Drea had stopped coming to her because she'd decided she was lying about being a goddess. She'd brought Laene with her because that made them both ex-worshippers, giving them strength as a duo. Looking at Laene, though, she saw that the girl wasn't as confident as Drea in what they were about to accuse her of. It wasn't just her usual withdrawn nature; she genuinely looked like she hadn't made up her mind about the situation. "Go on, then. Let's hear it."

"You've been lying. You aren't a goddess! Not a real one... you just look like one, but you... you..."

Genera calmly adjusted her armlet, then cut off Drea's stammering accusations with a wave of her hand. "Okay, okay. Why do you think so?"

"Because I've worshipped you for half a year, and nothing that was promised to me has come true. I am the exact same girl as I was before all this began. And there's more," Drea turned to Laene, "right?"

"Uh, yes, there is." Laene gulped. "I, uh, saw you walking a few nights ago..."

Genera nodded slowly. She was sure she'd gone unseen all of those nights... apparently that wasn't so. "And you followed me?"

"Yes. I wanted to see where you were going. You went deep into the forest, all the way to a hut, where the goddess Jessica is living. And I saw her..."

"And?"

"She doesn't bear any child."

Drea jumped in, meaning to underline the point: "And that was the final clue. A real goddess would have impregnated her, easily! ...For we know she is real; she proved it when she hurled that stone."

"And we still haven't found it yet. Tell me Laene, when you followed me to Jessica's home... did you like what you saw?"

Laene seemed taken aback by the personal question. She turned away, blushing. 

I think I've found a way to turn this situation around...

"Don't try to change the subject," Drea said.

"Right, my apologies. So you believe I've been faking it all this time, Drea. But something tells me Laene isn't quite as convinced as you..."

"Nonsense!"

Genera was already walking toward the shyer girl, her poise and posture perfect, her aura supernatural. With each step her divine blessings shuddered beneath her scant dressings. The petite beauty looked up at her, glassy eyed and awed.

"Do you think I'm a fake?"

"I... I think..."

Genera swiftly wrapped an arm around her, pulling their bodies close. Laene could feel her breath on her lips. "Do I not look like a goddess? Am I not acting like one?" She grabbed her dainty wrist and slammed it down onto her shaft, "don't I feel like one?"

Laene sputtered, her cheeks flushing even redder as she started to melt. Genera was instantly coming to life in her hand, and she could feel every detail through that thin cloth. As she found her fingers eventually unable to encircle that girth Genera turned her hips slightly, letting her cock rise steadily up, the fabric no longer covering her. An intoxicating scent met Laene's nostrils, a nuanced floral smell with undertones of something warmer, something deeply sexual. 

As if hypnotized Laene watched her cock grow, and grow, and grow, until Genera grabbed her little chin and tilted her face up to hers. She kissed those pretty, pouty lips hotly, as she had wished to do since the day she disappeared from the temple.

"What... what are you doing?! Stop it!"

Genera raised a hand toward Drea, halting her. "Let Laene decide for herself how she will spend her second chance with a goddess."

Turning to Laene, they saw her legs clamped together, her pretty face contorted with abject lust as she gazed down at what was now Genera's full hardness. Genera was surprised at how effortlessly she had summoned her arousal. So this is what it is to be a true goddess. She chuckled, "alright... go on, then."

Laene fell to her knees, then backed away, a foot or more. From there she passed the thick head of Genera's cock into her mouth, immediately tonguing its surface as her eyes rolled back blissfully.

Drea couldn't believe what she was seeing -- it made no sense at all! Laene had always been resistant to Genera's goddess-like charms, for they were in fact non existent, yet there she was, helpless to her sudden desire like putty in Genera's hands. 

Laene's hands were filled with the opposite -- she stroked that hardness hungrily, moaning softly. Glancing down at it, Genera could see that her cock had become straighter and more perfect in shape. Where it had slightly fattened and bent in the middle before, that same thickness now made up the entire length, which also seemed to have increased by perhaps an inch or more. 

Even more surprising was when those spirited strokes of Laene's hands started the gentle yet steady flow of precum, something that had never happened before. The moment it touched Laene's tongue she moaned, a shudder visibly passing through her from her head to her toes. With a look of amazement she let go, if only for a moment. "Genera, I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you."

Genera grinned, feeling a newfound sense of command over her worshipper. "Oh? What are you trying to say, Laene? Tell Drea for me." 

Laene turned to Drea. "She is a definitely a goddess. I can't explain how, but it's... My god, she tastes like nothing else!" Her gaze returned Genera's shaft again, where the precum was beginning to run down onto her hands.

"What... that's nonsense," Drea said. She stepped over to where Laene knelt, and that same erotic aroma met her nostrils, changing her mind in imperceptible ways. She decided that, for the sake of being open minded, she'd get to her knees beside Laene to give a second opinion.

There was more than enough of Genera available for one of Drea's hands to join Laene's two. She was intrigued by the slippery coating that met her touch, as well as how her grip was filled slightly more than she'd grown accustomed to. "Genera... you've... changed...?"

She didn't even bother to respond, simply gazing down expectantly at Drea, waiting for her to have a taste. That would seal the deal. Slowly Drea slid her tongue along Genera's length. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly stared up at the goddess. "What is this? Have you been hiding this from us?"

"You're still making accusations?" Genera chuckled. "So do you think I'm an imposter now?" 

She shook her head, then silently licked up some of more of that precum.

"Good. Now let's take this to my bedchambers... the main hall is no place for this."

Chapter 19

With the two girls close behind Genera strolled through the veils into her room. She pointed toward the luxurious couch where an inebriated Laene had once slept, and they obediently sat, their full attention hers.

They watched Genera turn to her full body mirror and begin to undress... she lifted off her top and dropped the fabric beside her. Then she turned, eyeing her profile as she began to unclasp the chain around her hips. Through a simple act of will she'd kept herself fully hard, allowing her to examine the subtle transformations that had taken place while she slept and dreamt that strange dream. With a proud chuckle she slid a hand along her changed cock, now filled out and reaching further lengths. That loincloth clattered to the floor, and she turned to the two girls.

"Now you."

As commanded they rose and began to strip off their street clothes. Her hands on her hips, Genera began to pace a circle around them, her shaft bobbing with each step as she watched them hungrily. She had the predatory air of a lioness stalking a pair of baby gazelles.

Once they were fully undressed Genera sashayed over to the bed, where she laid down on her side. She motioned for them to approach.

Laene was the first to move, practically running toward Genera's supine body, which she crouched beside. By the time she directed the end of that cock to her mouth Drea had joined her at her other side. Soon their mouths were trailing up and down the sides and top of her length, catching every drip of precum, their hands overlapping as they stroked the lower extent of her steadily. 

Genera seethed, loving the enhanced feelings of her goddess-cock. As it had become slightly larger, she found it was also more sensitive, with the stimulation of their attention more gratifying than ever before. Watching the two girls work her was the fulfilment of a yearning she had felt since the day Laene had left the temple. Seeing how deeply they needed to taste her cum, she knew things had finally been set right.

An unfamiliar jolt deep inside her had a spurt of that pre come rocketing out with a hard spasm. Drea had the fortune of holding the tip when it happened, and her mouth was filled while the tail end of it painted her chin and neck. Laene gasped, then giggled, coming in to lick that trace off of her friend's chin. With their hunger increased they began to work Genera even harder, pumping her cock in unison as they fought for access. 

Genera moaned, her legs becoming restless from the eager attention they were giving her. Another spurt was deflected by their combined lips, dripping back down onto Genera's shaft. They were quick to lap it all up, their tongues waxing her every throbbing inch until they met again at the top, where it slowly continued to flow. 

The unexpected reality of things began to clarify in Laene's mind. The taste of a goddess' seed was on her tongue, spurring her to continue. She had an insatiable hunger for more... a hunger that would last the rest of her life, for she and Drea were now both truly her worshippers.

"How were you hiding this from me for so long? Mhhhh," Drea purred. 

Genera, a proud and beautiful immortal, just smiled. The pressure was building inside her, and she wasn't yet sure what to expect, though she suspected it would be huge. "I think there's much more to come... ohh god, that feels wonderful."

Laene wimpered softly as they renewed their efforts, both their sets of hands milking Genera's immense length as their hungry tongues passed up and down, begging her for another spurt of that pre. 

Drea felt Genera grow tense, and she could feel her pulse quickening as she reached new levels of hardness in their hands. She went straight for that seething head, burying it to the best of her ability deep in her mouth, knowing all too well what was to come next.

Genera was writhing uncontrollably, almost unable to bear the intense pleasure and severe pressure inside her enormous cock. "Ohh, god, god! Get ready, Laene," she wailed.

The girl looked at her in shock, for a moment confused and in disbelief. She snapped out of it when Genera roughly pressed her cheek up against Drea's. The more experienced girl surrendered just enough for the two to share.

It was then that the goddess, for the first time, released her divine seed. With a firm jolt it spilled out with a force that made her two worshippers gasp, or rather they sputtered, for the thick pearly fluid filled their mouths, sloshing down onto their persistent hands. The indescribable taste of it had them moaning with delight as instinct took over, guiding them to swallow each successive burst of the sacred substance. 

The excess spilled out, coating Genera's cock thickly, letting their hands rocket up and down smoothly. She was a moaning pile of unintelligible ecstasy, as if her entire being had been sent to a place of rapturous pleasure. To feel each throbbing release, to know that it was contributing to what would be the transformation of Drea and Laene, was gratification on a level she had never before known. ... And it showed no signs of stopping.

To see how potent she had become filled her with pride. She was more beautiful, more sensual, more desirable than any other Aerotian.

Despite the tension in her body she sat up, wanting to see her worshippers receive their first blessing. Their competitive motions had her cum spurting out of her throbbing cock messily, and Drea and Laene were coated from chin to beautiful breast in the thick stuff. With an almost trance-like persistence they still drank, still stroked, occasionally uttering soft moans of delight. 

Their motions were beginning to become ragged and tired, and likewise the voluminous flow was beginning to finally ebb. Laene, the slighter of the two, tore her lips away. "I can't take any more," she whispered.

Genera reached for her, and without hesitation she sprung forward into her embrace, gratefully pressing her glistening lips to Genera's. Still wracked with the ecstasy of climax, Genera distractedly returned that kiss as Drea continued to tend to her cumming cock, drinking down the last of her seed.

Sated, Drea let go, leaving it swaying and running turgidly as she too crawled over to lie at her other side. The goddess turned her head, giving her the same kiss Laene had so wilfully taken.

They laid down against the large bed, and for many delicious moments Genera traded tender kisses with the two girls as they pressed themselves against her divine figure, clinging to her in lusty infatuation. Her cock rested against her torso, the tip slowly drooling residual fluid as it lay between her plump breasts. Their beautiful young bodies slid against her sides, lubricated by the thick coating they had received. 

"So, Drea... Laene," Genera eventually whispered. "Do I have your trust now?"

They nodded silently, staring at her in glassy eyed awe.

"And you will both be my worshippers, as you had vowed to be on my eighteenth birthday?"

"Yes, Genera," Laene said.

She shut her eyes, smiling with satisfaction. "Good."

Chapter 20

Jessica was somewhat amused to realize that during the months that she'd known Genera, she'd never even learned whether or not the young lady could read. Coming from modern civilization she took literacy for granted as a common skill, but Aerotia was a backwards sort of place. Genera was no fool, especially now that she'd been turned goddess, but her environment was what it was.

Nevertheless she chose to hand write her parting note to her. Using the hard cover of a book as a surface, she began to compose her farewell:

Dearest Genera,

It pains me to write you this note, and it pains me even more to have to leave you so suddenly. But I must.

I came to Aerotia meaning to learn how to live amongst humans again, and a chance to do so is what I found. My interactions were almost only with you, but then I thought I would have years to make my slow progress. I was taking my sweet time. Now that you've changed so has my situation here, and I realize I've wasted my time by hiding out in this hut in the forest. It seems if I stay life will become very much like it was at home... for now I will not be able to resist you. Though I do still feel that it is my duty to create more of our kind I would like to experience the world some more before I revisit motherhood. After all, I have an eternity to do so.

Of course I should also congratulate you on your unexpected conversion. You are no longer an imposter! Had I known you'd find a way to tap the goddess' essence from my body I'd have resisted, so I could keep you for myself! But what's done is done.




The Secret Lives of Goddesses 03 Pt. 04



Surely your instincts are taking hold. You might feel a new sense of duty towards your worshippers, to begin the process that the priestesses have raved about for all your life. Together you will create a new generation of goddesses, a new era for Aerotia. But I cannot contribute to that... that is not what I wish for in my life, right now. Maybe some day I will return, but -

The sound of someone at her doorway had Jessica stop suddenly. In a flash of reddish gold hair she dropped her pen and turned, to see none other than Genera standing at the entrance to her home.

"Oh... I didn't think you'd return so soon." Her tone was hesitant as she rose from her chair. Genera was advancing towards her, and she in turn was slowly backing away.

There was no mistaking the intent in her stare, which wandered over Jessica's lushly over-endowed body like a dog eyes meat. She was intense, almost wrathful. The outline of her cock was steadily and quickly forming beneath the fabric of her short sarong, dipping lower and straightening, beginning to push against its thin constraint.

Jessica found herself backed up against the wall. She shivered, crossing her arms against herself fearfully, trying and failing to hide. "Gen... Gen, no," she whispered. "Not now. Not now that you've... changed..."

Genera's breath was heavy. She couldn't ignore her new instincts - they had full control and she was forced to obey their command. She had to have Jessica immediately. The back doorway offered an escape, and seeing Jessica's eyes flit towards it she slammed her hands against the wall at each of her sides, locking her in. She knew she'd gained the strength to impose her will. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it.

"Please," Jessica whimpered. She could sense the new power in Genera, and it inspired in her an unwelcome exhilaration. Her will to resist was disappearing. Almost purring, Genera rubbed herself up against her, feeling the soft, superabundant globes of Jessica's chest press up against her own. Her cock was hard and pinned stiffly against her leg, now long enough to reach her knee, which she dragged up and down the inside of Jessica's thigh.

"Oh... oh, my god, Gen," Jessica gasped, struggling to fight the intense rush of need and loving emotion. It washed over her in a hot flash. She was instantly growing wet and wanting as Genera's seductive movements awakened her animal drives. Eyes wide, lips trembling, she began to pull the straps of her light dress off of her shoulders.

She was defeated. The new goddess of Aerotia was far too strong to resist. Genera took a deep, smouldering kiss from her as she pulled at that dress, tearing it off of her roughly. The loud snaps of straps breaking revealed the two huge, bouncing breasts which had fed her transformation, then the rest of the divine body that was driving her to such ruthless extremes of lust.

"Mmm, Jessica... I need you." Dropping to one knee, Genera was relieved of the constraint that bent her shaft down her thigh. In that position she trailed kisses along Jessica's stomach while her hands were busied with the task of taking her sarong off.

"I - I didn't want this to happen."

"It must. We are goddesses... this can't be prevented." Genera rose to her feet, and as she went the pink sheets of translucent fabric were released and piled around her. She stepped into Jessica, lying her immense cock between their nude bodies. "Neither of us can resist this."

Jessica gave a fluttering sigh, and her knees buckled slightly. She opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by another deep kiss. As their lips met she staggered, only to be supported by Genera's strengthened embrace. She sighed weakly, trailing her hand up and down the back of that turgid shaft, pulling it against herself. She could feel the changes in Genera, the growth that had come with her conversion.

That engorged tool already urged Genera to rock her hips against Jessica's tentative touch. She needed to bury it within her, to empty herself into her life giving womb... but first she would have her better acquainted with the changes that had taken place. 

She stepped back, leaving Jessica lying against the wall, wide eyed and confused. As the distance between them opened up that newly augmented tool swooped down to point straight forward, bobbing stiffly, intimidatingly. Jessica's jaw dropped as she saw how perfectly straight it was, thicker and longer than anything she'd ever seen before.

"Gen... oh god, Gen," she whispered. Her fear was gone, replaced by lustful fascination. "I... oh, wow." She stepped forward to lightly trail her finger tips along her length. "It's... so beautiful... so huge. Oh my god."

The powerful young goddess nodded, silent and watchful as Jessica's finger reached the tip, pushing down to have it rigidly bobbing again. 

Jessica smoothly got to her knees before her and wrapped her hands around her midshaft. She paused for a reverent moment, biting down on her bottom lip as she stared at her powerful tool, feeling shame for how deep her lust was becoming.

"Were you planning on leaving us, Jessica?"

Choosing not to answer, she sunk Genera deep into her mouth. Firm swipes of her tongue had her moaning, and with a mighty throb a burst of precum was Jessica's reward. 

She sputtered and pulled away as the pre spurt out from her lips, having taken her too deeply to swallow. With her first taste of that goddess' true seed sitting thickly upon her tongue she stroked the slippery fluid against the firm flesh of her beautiful shaft, admiring how powerful and flawless it felt in her hands. As she repeated those broad swooping caresses she was already accepting the fact that there was no longer any way she'd be able to leave the island.

Genera whimpered a girlish tone, the sensations causing her to throb into an even harder state, as impossible as it seemed. Her breath was quickening as she watched her gorgeous idol work her huge tool.

Eventually Jessica stood, still holding that slippery length with the light touch of her fingertips, not wanting to let go. The ache Genera felt was too great for her to wait any longer, and she grabbed Jessica by the waist, firmly guiding her the couple steps to her bed, where she fell with a surprised squeal.

Immediately Genera was poised before her, her flawless monster already aimed for action. In her final act of surrender Jessica spread her legs, and Genera thrust herself home into her yearning depths.

"OHH! Fuck, that's so... ungh!" Jessica growled, already muttering expletives in her native English tongue. Despite her writhes of discomfort Genera steadily sank herself further and further into her, giving tiny wiggles of her hips to ease the resistance of a place too tight. She teased her open, stopping only when Jessica couldn't possibly take her any further. She could no longer hilt herself in her, some inch and a half of her newly grown length still left uncovered.

Not since her days as a human with Marla, some twenty years ago, had Jessica felt herself so utterly stuffed. She had developed to suit her first lover, and now that she lay beneath the new Genera there was not enough of her to take it all. As she groaned, her legs twisting in anguished ecstasy, Genera pulled herself out, only to sink herself back in again with a joyful moan. 

"F-fuck, you're so huge, ahh! That feels so... ohhh," Jessica gasped.

Slowly Genera continued, savouring each stroke as Jessica gradually became more pliable to her passes. Their eyes were glued to the junction of each inward and outward pass, admiring the sight of that tense, glistening mocha pillar invading Jessica's trim, creamy body... a scene which would become burnt into their memories. Realizing they were both staring, they caught each others' gazes and shared a strained giggle.

Genera leaned in to kiss Jessica's lips, and the act of doing so dug her in deep. Jessica gasped inwardly as she softly, weakly reciprocated. With their lips still locked the pace increased, shifting to shorter, quicker stabs.

"Mmmmmh... ohhh, Gen... your cock feels so... ohh!"

Within moments Jessica was moaning deeply, her head lolling back against her bed as her first wave of climax took hold. Genera was pleased to learn how easily she could now satisfy her lover, and feeling emboldened, gave a little more to push Jessica further over the edge. 

"F-f-fuck, coming all over your... ohh, god!" Jessica began to wail. Genera was nowhere near finishing and was still holding back a little, not wanting to spoil the ending so early in the game.

She only stopped when she felt the slight suggestion of her own orgasm. Almost but still not quite hilted, she rolled onto her side, bringing Jessica with her. In that position she very slowly, gently continued, letting Jessica's composure return while she recovered her stamina.

"That seemed like it was too easy for you," Jessica whispered, out of breath. She was still tense, reacting to each slow sinuous roll of Genera's hips. "Why don't you do it to me again?"

"Mm... there is nothing I'd rather do more, my love," Genera replied. She twisted Jessica onto her back and again resumed those steady thrusts. She was slightly larger than the lissome blonde and now that they were equals, she found taking control came naturally. The tables had definitely turned on Jessica, who for months had had absolute dominance over the young human. The role reversal excited her.

As Genera picked up pace it seemed as if Jessica's climax had simply been put on pause, for again she found herself tumbling into the throes of ecstasy. She surely couldn't leave Genera, not when she promised such effortless, overpowering pleasure. To obey her instincts and give in to the will to rut with the newly anointed goddess was quickly becoming her only option.

On a whim Genera sped up her thrusts, eliciting uncontrolled wails from her orgasming lover, taking her further over the edge. She didn't stop until again it seemed she might lose it, the feeling more pronounced the second time. She slowly pulled out, cooing softly as she clutched her spasming cock, urging herself not to let go. Jessica seemed to deflate, and the tension left her body. She was relieved yet already anxious for more.

"So, I take it you like the new me," Genera said. On her knees she slowly walked along Jessica's resting form until she hovered over her tummy. Her cock extended out over her chest, the tip hanging over her collar, bobbing slowly after her movement.

"Yes," Jessica quietly said. That length was like the barrel of a fleshy shotgun, pointed right at her chin... and yet she loved it.

"I like being the new me... I finally feel worthy of you. Jessica, you mustn't leave me. I was so fortunate to have met you, you who must be the most beautiful woman in the world! And this gift you've given me... I will repay my debt to you. I will repay it with pleasure." 

Jessica shivered. She had no doubt that she could and would make good on that deal. Genera took another step forward, and was accepted into her waiting mouth.

As Jessica gently kissed and stroked her tongue along that dripping head she lifted her breasts, wrapping her pillowy globes around her shaft. Murmuring sweetly, gently, she began to work them along the taut surface. Precum dripped down her cheeks. "Mmmmh..."

Genera purred with delight for Jessica's bodily talents. She leaned forward, hovering over her on hands and knees. With sensuous, slow motions of her hips she began to push herself in and out of her abundant cleavage. Jessica pulled her lips away, giving Genera the freedom to move, herself the opportunity to watch. She was transfixed by the sight of the slender, dark skinned beauty driving her huge tool against her with catlike grace, her full, firm breasts swaying gently above. She was so intensely beautiful, so supremely sexual.

Eventually she rolled off of Jessica to sit at the end of the bed. She beckoned to her, holding her cock steady with the other hand. As she admired the sight of Jessica getting to her feet and walking along that mattress to her she slowly stroked.

Standing over Genera, Jessica began to lower herself. She moaned softly when again the tip spread her wide and the shaft slid deep into her, filling her tight. She was finding it hard to move. "Ooh... you'll have to excuse me if I'm not as good at this as I was before... you're just so huge now." 

Genera shook her head, "you needn't say that. Everything feels stronger now. It's better than ever before... even if I'm too much for you."

Jessica was about to reply, but all that she could produce was an inward gasp once Genera started to move. With a firm hold around her waist she was thrusting up into her, smiling with appreciation as those massive breasts jostled and jumped against her slender chest. 

"Agh! Gen!"

"Oooh Jessica... so beautiful... I need this, I need you..."

"Gen... Oh god, Gen...!"

With the sound of their breathy cries dominating the room, Jessica couldn't hear Laene and Drea entering her home. Drea stood at the doorway, staring, her mouth hanging agape at the unbelievable sight of two goddesses engaged in acts of passion. To Laene it was already old news. She strode over to Jessica's side and got to her knees beside the bed.

"What...? Who..."

Genera only smiled wider, still rocking her hips up into her. They had planned for this to happen. She slowed her movements slightly, giving her attention to the scene that was about to unfold.

Following her friend's lead Drea knelt at the other side of the bed. In her state Jessica could do little to stop the beautiful young humans as they began to stroke her body softly, their pretty hands touching her all over, yet moving closer and tantalizingly closer to her bouncing, gravity defying chest. They were awed, for to them, to touch the nude body of a second goddess was an immense privilege.

"Gen, this is... I..."

"Just let it happen, Jessica. Let them taste another goddess tonight."

It was something new, and she didn't know how to feel about the group situation, but she wasn't going to ruin the moment. Nor could she, incapacitated as she was by Genera's huge presence within her. Their hands had reached their lush targets, smoothly running along the rounded surface of each chosen breast... hoisting them up, gently kneading. 

"Unghh... this is... oh..." Strange, is what she wanted to say. But her body was responding, a feeling of warmth and euphoria beginning to take hold, emanating from the point of their attentive touch. She couldn't deny how wonderful it felt. If they wanted her to repeat that experience she and Genera had had in her pond, she wasn't going to stop them.

Drea was the first to take one of her nipples in her mouth. Laene was soon to follow. They began to suck and rub their tongues against her with slight, apprehensive laps, as they had been instructed to by Genera. "Ohhh...!" Her nipples hardened almost instantly, becoming pink nubs nicely sized for a young lady's mouth, and her breasts were tingling with increasing euphoria. She could feel the pressure building. They would indeed be tasting another goddess that night.

The warm fluid spurted into their mouths and washed down onto their tongues, and as one they both moaned, their eyes revealing their surprise and delight. They could taste Jessica's immortality, her fertility, her divinity. Their efforts became more confident as they gulped down the wonderful milk. Genera wished not to interrupt the beautiful scene, keeping her movements slow and gentle.

"Ohhh yes darlings, drink! Take it all," Jessica moaned. Placing her hands behind their heads, she would not permit them to stop. They wrapped their arms around her, clinging to her as they hungrily drank her down.

Seeing them carry on in that manner was almost unbearably hot, and Genera found her cock aching from the intense arousal. It was becoming difficult to resist the urge to go full force into Jessica. Her grip around her waist was tightening and her movements were becoming less restrained. Finally giving up her sense of composure she picked up speed, thrusting up into her in earnest. Her breasts bounced rhythmically with each athletic roll of her hips. It felt so good to let loose! Pressing her cheek against the mattress, she released a breathy ecstatic moan.

"Oooh Gen, this is... oh my god, harder!"

Jessica didn't have to ask twice. If the girls weren't holding her so securely they would have been thrown off, for Genera was pistoning into her with full force. It only took a moment for a third orgasm to hit Jessica, and combined with the wonderful feel of her milk flowing into their eager mouths it was almost too good to bear. She cried out an animal wail of complete blissful release.

"My love... ahhh...!" Genera let go, and her wild thrusts pumped torrents of thick cum into Jessica's divine body. The girls were doing their best to hold on to the two climaxing goddesses. It was a chaos of writhing bodies and ecstatic cries.

The moments seemed like an eternity to them, finally concluding once Jessica could take no more. She lurched away from Genera, breaking free of the grasp of her two worshippers. Utterly shattered, she lay on the bed, taking a moment to regain her breath.

The two girls were quick to pounce upon Genera, and as one they stroked her seizing length as they gigglingly slurped up her continued spurts of seed. Their goddess was in a state of rapturous bliss. Through tired, half-lidded eyes Jessica watched them. 

Look what I've created, she thought. She's become so powerful. She is without question... the true goddess of Aerotia.

Unable to watch any longer she shut her eyes and succumbed to her exhaustion.

EPILOGUE

That letter was quickly discarded. With Genera giving such a convincing case, Jessica chose to stay in Aerotia with her. It was a period of five wonderful years until, ever the wanderer, she again needed to move on and left for other destinations and experiences.

Aerotia was once again a place where both goddess and human resided. As the generations passed more and more of the divine beings were born, each growing up to choose human companions and continue that process. Some of them bore distinctly foreign traits... blue eyes, fairer skin, lightly coloured hair. Evidently Jessica had left her genetic legacy on those islands. 

Perhaps they had also inherited her need to explore, for some chose to leave Aerotia. They unknowingly joined a quiet movement which was taking place on a worldwide scale. Though they were few, the goddesses had had millenia to rebuild their numbers, and the exponential nature of their growth was reaching a critical point.

During the rest of that century their presence on Earth would no longer be secret. How the vast population of humanity would handle their existence, remained to be seen...