Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... the six can not be. The one is the hero but the six is the mother-goddess. Together, you are the seven. The door to the seven will be yours when you unlock the lock.”

Turning to Clementina, she said “You are the consort, you are the power. You are without number, because without you the one can not be the one.”

She looked to Ona.

“You are the other mother. You are the loving, caring, giving, selfless mother yet you are also also the gaping, slathering, selfish sucking whore. You are without number because your progeny will be without number.”

She turned to Olympia. “You are two. You are the merging of two parts into one. Together with the one you can become the three. The door to the three is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the seven.”

She turned to Athena and Demeter. “You are the alchemists. You are two, but you are not the two. With your two and the two and the one you become the five. The door to the five is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the three.”

She turned back to me. “You are the one. The door of the one is not ready. You must first unlock the door of the five.”

She closed her eyes. “The door of the one and the door of the three and the door of the five and the door of the seven do not unlock the door of the seventeen, but I can not see that far ahead. You have tried before and have never made it that far. Your own greed and desire have pushed you from the path. Your fate – and the fate of countless others – is ...

... in your hands yet again. Do not fail again, for there are not limitless attempts.”

There was silence. The mist filled the room. I decided to try asking a question.

“What do you mean when you say the fate of countless others is on our hands?” I asked.

Makala took a deep breath, sending a fresh wave of slime and come from the tip of her cock cascading across her engorged breasts. “Humanity has disconnected from the source. Your chance to bring your species back from the brink lies beneath us. You have tried before and failed. The time for your people runs short. Your inability to listen to your own experts who warn you of the impending disaster means that this may be your last chance. Fall, and your people may fall with you. There may be another one, another chance, but there is at least a generation between attempts and the world may be laid waste if you fail and another generation passes.”

“Jesus…” Clementina murmured.

“What do we have to do?” I asked.

“Unlock the locks and the path will become clear.”

“What is the first lock?”

“The door of the seven.”

“And how do we unlock that lock?”

“I will show you, but first ask me any further questions you may have – quickly before the potion wears off.”

“How many others have tried?” Olympia asked.

“Three, four, five, I have lost count. But they are always you.”

“Will I die when my phallite dies?” I asked.

Makala’s head lolled forward. She slowly opened her eyes. She gray mist was gone from ...