Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 3 - Metamorphosis

... the part at the very end,” Athena chimed in.

“Yeah,” Demeter said, finishing her thought. “The part about how our own greed and desire had pushed us from the path in the past, and all that. Wow, what the fuck. Our fate and countless others? Jesus…”

Pensive silence settled down on us, and as darkness fell, we each quietly made their way back to their own rooms without much thought of any shenanigans...

The next morning, the gloom seemed to have lifted, and after some morning chores, we made our way back down to Makala’s chamber in the afternoon.

She was sitting by the pool when we entered, trailing her her hand in the water. She stood up when we entered. Her white hair fell across her shoulders and her blue skin, her cream horns curving around her head.

“We are ready to unlock the lock,” I said.

She smiled.

“And who will be the one who unlocks it?” Makala asked. Ona raised her hand and smiled.

Her hooves clip-clopping across the stone floor, Makala led us back to the room with the cubbies, the light phallites, and the pink walls, ducking her seven foot blue frame and curved ram’s horns through the entryway. The one cubby still was open, the pink organic material parted like a vagina. In the center, the stone bench, and in the center of the stone bench, the same long, pink stalk we had seen the day before. The stalk was nearly five feet long and had a pinkish cast to it. It was hanging half-limp when we entered the chamber, but as we approached, it ...

... perked up, sticking out at about a forty-five-degree angle with clear slime and a pearly, semen-like goop issuing in pulses from a gaping aperture it’s tip, as if it was an ejaculating cock.

“Let me make it ready,” Makala said, approaching the stalk. Her blue skin shone in the pink glow that suffused the room, and her cream-colored nipples glowed pink. She slipped down to her knees in the slime, light phallites coursing around her and probing at her asshole as she began stroking and licking the pink stalk. She ran her tongue up the underside of the fleshy appendage, then pulled the tip down to her mouth and sucked at it, sucking out great globs of clear and creamy slime. Some she swallowed, the rest trickled down her large, pendulous, milky breasts. More slime assayed from the tip, shooting across the chamber and landing in the slime. Light phallites coursed through the goop and gobbled up the emissions.

Makala stood, and pulled the stalk between her breasts, squeezing it, coating the stalk with her milk that trickled from her large cream-colored breasts. Her cock was slowly coming to attention and she lifted it up and pulled it next to the stalk between her breasts, pressing the two together like she and I had done yesterday. She teased the tips of both with her tongue, then slowly began working her own cock up and down the stalk, pressing the two together between her pendulous, milky phallite breasts. Her hips rotated as she moved her body up and down the seven-foot ...