Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... like a blue-skinned, hooved, horned, blue version of myself.

“You’ve been here before, and you will keep coming back again and again until you find your way,” she said. “You’ve been here many, many times, for hundreds of years.”

I thought of the pictures we had seen and was about to speak up when Clementina interrupted.

“You’re talking in riddles,” she said.

“Sorry,” the creature said, seeming to soften some. She gently bowed. “I’m Makala. I am the spirit of the caverns. I’ve been here for a long time, and I have been trapped since you were last here, so I forget my manners. Please forgive me.”

We all introduced ourselves, then she smiled and gestured to the stone step that ringed the pool, indicating us to sit.

“As I said,” she continued once we were seated around the pool. “I am Makala, I am a cave spirit, the spirit of the caverns. I live here. I normally can also traveled in human form outside the cave, but I have been trapped here since the last time you – your former selves – came here.”

“Our former selves?” Clementina asked.

“The caves are a circle, and you will continue to come back again and again until you get it right,” she said. “I can’t tell you more until you find the key and unlock the lock.”

“This again…” Ona said, but I shushed her.

“We met another spirit in the cave,” I said. “Alura. She said we needed to find the lock and the key as well. Can you help us figure out what that is?”

“Alura is the guardian of the six,” Makala ...

... said. Her eyes got distant. “Alura is my love, but until you find the key and unlock the lock, we are both trapped here away from each other.”

“How long have you been trapped, unable to leave, unable to see your lover?” my mom asked.

“How can we count time clearly when we can’t see the passing of the sun and moon overhead?” Makala said.

“We have some old photographs of a woman in a robe who looked a lot like you,” my mom added. “They are about a hundred years old, give or take.”

“Then you have your answer,” Makala said.

“We are trying to understand what is going on in the caves,” I said. “Trying to understand it but it is confusing. Can you help us?”

“Yes,” Makala said. “I can. But first you need to find the key. The first step is always for me to prophesize.”

“Prophesize?” I asked.

“Yes, prophesize,” she said, standing up. “But I need something from you in order to prophesize.”

“What do you need?” I asked.

Makala stood, then reached out her hand and pulled me to my feet. Her beautiful blue skin and shiny white hair almost glowed in the soft light of the chamber. Our bodies were only inches apart.

“You say it has been a hundred years, so I haven’t had a cock in a century,” she said. “I’m not prophesizing anything until I get rid of a century of frustration. One thing about cave spirits, we love to have a good time.”

Makala pulled me towards her. She stood almost a foot taller than me, her long white hair tumbling down across her back and her ...