Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... then reaching down and stretching her cheeks apart and gaping her ass. A thick rope of slime and my seed gushed from her cream colored orifice into the bowl. She pulled her asshole wider with her fingers and squeezed her abdomen muscles, pushing more out, slithering from her ass into the wooden container.

Still not satisfied with what she had extracted, she turned around and pointed her perfect pearly asshole at us. I realized for the first time that Makala had the same exhibitionist streak that Ona had. She hovered her asshole over the bowl, arched her back, and slipped her entire hand into her ass, pushing her forearm deep inside. After a moment she slowly began to withdraw her arm, her cream-colored sheath gripping her forearm as she pulled out, extending six inches outside her ass. When her hand finally popped free of her sheath a huge glob of my come came with it, filling the bowl about two-thirds full of my semen and our combined slime. She ran her hand along her sheath, squeezing out a few final droplets.

“That should be sufficient,’ Makala said, licking the slime and come from her hand with a long tongue similar to my mother’s. She went back to the crate, several inches of slimy, come-soaked flesh still hanging from her ass like a tail behind her balls. She took out a couple of small cloth bags and mixed some ingredients into the bowl with my juice, added some water, and stirred. The final mixture was a pale purple.

She seated herself in a stone throne that ...

... sat along the far wall, lifted the mixture to her mouth, and drank it down. A thick thread of the pale violet semen potion trickled down her chin and dripped off, running down the deep cleavage between her milk-laden breasts. Her cock, which was still slick with her semen, my semen, and Clementina’s slime, slowly rose back to attention, pointing outwards and upwards so the tip hovered just beyond the end of her long, cream-colored nipples. Beneath the base of her cock, her balls rested atop several inches of sheath that still was sticking out of her ass.

She set the cup aside and crossed her arms under her breasts, pulling her erect cock in between them, the head sticking out from between the squeezed cleavage. A pulse of slime and semen emerged from the tip, slithering across the front of her breasts, mixing with a trickle of milk from her high, wide cream-colored nipples.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

A light mist infused the chamber, drifting down from the high, domed ceiling.

She lowered her face and opened her eyes, I gasped. They had become grey, swirling pools, like the mist that was slowly filling the room. Her cock still slowly pulsed a light mixture of semen and slime across her breasts.

She turned her face to me, then to my mother.

“You are the one,” she said to me. “And you are the six. The one is the one and the six is the six. The one is eternal. The six is more than eternal. Without the six there can be no one. Without the one ...