Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter 2 – Symbiosis

... out.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I can barely stay awake.”

“You need to be careful with that phallite in you. Men especially can get worn down quickly.”

“Is that one of those things that make it ‘not to simple’ to recruit male phallite hosts, they get tired too quickly?”

“That’s...part of it,” she said, twirling her legs in the water.

“Can you tell me the rest of it?”

“I guess I owe it to you, don’t I?” she said, and sighed. “I’m not sure how to say this.”

“Is it really that bad?” I asked.

“You know how I came home after my phallite died and didn’t take on another parasite until Ona put a dark phallite in me? And you know how Ona came home when hers died to take on another? It works that way for women, but not for men.” She trailed off.

“So...how does it work for men, then?” I had turned and was looking straight at her as I said that.

“Every man I know of, and every man I have found records of the old journals – except one – all died when their phallite died.”

“What?!?!” I exclaimed. “So I die when my phallite dies? How long do they live?”

“Usually eight years, give or take. It depends on the phallite, the host, and how old the phallite was when it entered your body. I’m so sorry Russel, I really am.”

“And that one guy, the one who lived, what did he do differently?”

“Nothing that I can see in any records I can find. It seems on the surface like dumb luck. He went through a bunch of them before he died at a really old age, like 140 or ...

... something like that.”

“So if it doesn’t kill me, it makes me stronger.”

“Seems like it.”

“Then we have eight years to figure out what made that guy survive when all others failed.”

“I’m sorry I had to tell you this, and I’m sorry I dragged you into this in the first place,” Clementina said. “I look back on that night you came over to fix the plumbing and I cringe.”

“I know, Clementina. It’s not your fault, it’s another black mark against Ona. She killed my father and now she may end up killing me.”

“Thank you. I will do anything I can in my power to help you. So will Ona, I know. You were saving us when you put yourself in this situation.”

I climbed out of the pool. I wanted to talk to my mother. Despite the fact that she was a complete sex fiend tonight, I needed her guidance, her steady hand. She was usually a calming influence.

I walked inside, heading over to the wing where my mother and I made our home. I walked into our living room and came up short. Ona and my mother were on the floor, wrapped in a passionate sixty-nine, slime and milk covered their bodies. They looked up as I came in.

“You can slide in anywhere you feel like it,” Ona said, pointing her ass in my direction. My mother put her hands on Ona’s hips and cheeks and stretched both her pussy and asshole wide. Gaping chasms of pink beckoned. But even though my phallite poked me, I wasn’t in the mood and only felt the slightest stirrings in my cock.

I shook my head.

“Jesus mom, you’re a ...