Goddesses Pt. 05

As always, she was humbled by the sight of Jessica. That the past few months had seen her undernourished had done little to damage her beauty. She was radiant with her orangey-gold hair, her pure skin and perfect fairy tale visage. Her figure was still devastatingly hot, the couple pounds she'd lost only making her seem even more dainty and surreal in contrast to her extremely over-abundant chest and hourglass hips. Dressed in a light gown which hung off thin straps at her shoulders, she seemed fragile and was slightly pale. Genera simultaneously wanted to hold her like a delicate flower and rut with her like a wild animal! But first, she would have to eat.

Jessica's gaze was on the dinner table as Genera emptied the basket, setting out a loaf of bread, some sliced meat and cheese, prepared vegetables and a bottle of wine. "So... what's the occasion?" She seemed to fall into a hunger induced trance as Genera tore the loaf of bread into two, then broke out of her reverie, playing it off as nothing as she went to get a pair of glasses and some plates from the kitchen.

"Well, for one thing I haven't seen you for months. That's reason enough to come, isn't it?"

Jessica put the kitchenware on the table and stared tiredly at Genera.

"I also thought you might be hungry... the cost of food has surely exceeded your allowance."

"And...?"

Genera busied herself with the wine bottle, avoiding Jessica's interrogational gaze. Of course if she, the busiest and second most important goddess in Lemuria was visiting her, she wanted something. Jessica was no fool, though she probably suspected Genera had come for something more intimate than a political favour.

She'd have to spill the beans if she were to accomplish anything more than simply feeding her. "And I have a request of you, a request on behalf of The Eldest."

Jessica's expression changed. She hadn't expected that. "Oh..."

"You see, she and I have been discussing-"

"Wait," Jessica said, reaching out to squeeze Genera's arm. The Aerotian blinked, a glimmer of excitement tingling down her spine at the touch. "First, can we eat?"

"Yes... of course Jessica."

They seated themselves at opposite sides of the table. To preserve her ladylike decency Jessica waited until Genera made the first move, but by the moment her fork had touched the plate she had begun to very enthusiastically feed.

Genera couldn't help but chuckle as Jessica took in generous portions of everything. The poor woman had been starving... as had almost all Lemurian people.

"I'd better not have any more or else I'm going to have a food baby," Jessica giggled. "But you can go ahead and refill my glass..." The colour had begun to return to her cheeks. She could smile again, and she'd become much more amicable and relaxed.

"Take as much as you like... I'll leave the rest here."

"Thank you, Gen. You look really cute in your sarong. Like you did when you were human."

"Well... I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish to look so tonight."

Jessica smiled softly. "So, tell me about this favour The Eldest wants. From me, of all the people..."

"It does seem unlikely that she would call upon you but these are hard times. They call for unorthodox methods.

"It concerns the contamination, how our people suffer as the planet slowly retakes the soil. We don't have any way of stopping this. It seems that by remaining as the ancients did, we've ensured our extinction. Surely this isn't the case south of here, across the ocean."

"They've embraced technology, and have probably made hundreds of years of progress since we cut connections," Jessica said.

"Yes... so they must have found a way to keep their land fit for Earthly growth."

"I think I see where this is going," Jessica said. She rose from her chair and slowly moved toward her sleeping area to get something. Genera sipped her wine, indulging herself to simply watch the reclusive beauty move. Every step had her melon-like chest jostling back and forth to the sway of her hips. The sight made Genera ache with pent up desire.

She returned holding a small framed picture which she kept by her bedside. "It's about her, then," she said, passing the picture to Genera.

The picture was extremely old. It showed a a young Jessica, probably before her conversion to a goddess, caught in mid-laugh while a woman held her possessively from behind. That woman was pale with black hair, streaked violet like her eyes, and she smiled confidently.

"I didn't know you have this."

"No one does. It's my most precious possession."

"If you'd shown them this surely they'd have believed you."

"Maybe. But why should I have to prove anything? When I say that Marla Dennis sired me, that Eva is real and she is one of our daughters, I shouldn't have to prove it. I'm not a liar, plain and simple... And I wouldn't risk losing this."

Jessica gently plucked the picture from Genera's hands. She went to return it to its place by her bed, and again Genera's gaze was on her slender yet over stacked figure, her desire increasing. It was maddening how even from behind her glorious chest could be seen vaulting against her ribs with each step.

Turning around, Jessica was startled to find her visitor had risen from her seat and followed her to the bed. From the look in her eyes, the deepness of her breaths, it was plain to see that Genera was fighting the compulsion to simply take her then and there.

She lightly placed her hands on Genera's hips, keeping a distance between them. She spoke slowly, measuring her words: "every time you've come to see me, you've wanted something from me. And you always got it, too."

Genera nodded slowly, her eyes still glazed over with want. "Will I be so fortunate again tonight?"

The conversation had taken a strange turn; was it the fate of Lemuria or a night's pleasure that they were negotiating? Jessica sighed her resignation, pushing her away as she went to some other corner of her home. Genera stuttered, grabbing weakly at the air behind her as she went. "J-Jessica... please... you will deny us?"

She returned holding a rope in her delicate hands. "No Gen, I'll do it." Pushing firmly against her stomach, she guided Genera back until she was pressed against the central column of her home, her chest bouncing in her sarong upon impact with the stiff wood. "But this time it's happening on my terms."

Jessica roughly bound her hands behind the wooden support, her breasts crushing up against Genera's torso as she did the deed. Already the Aerotian's body was beginning to react, shedding her formal decency as the lower half of her sarong tightened. "Mmmmh...! Yes my goddess, let it be that way then," Genera sighed.

Jessica stepped back to slowly pull her dress up and off. She stood before Genera in glorious nudity, a pale firey haired idol of perfection and temptation.

"And I promise you," she whispered, as she again stepped close to press herself up against her darker skinned playmate. She softly kissed her, running a hand along the growing length of her desire. "...that it will take all night."

Chapter 4

"I think I ought to warn you, word is spreading that you're with us. It's going to be tough taking you outside without attracting undue attention," Melissa said.

She and her twin sister were trying to replace my hospital gown with clothing of their own. We eventually settled on a short black evening gown, which though already meant to flatter was extra small on me. It was the only thing they could offer that looked acceptable on my taller frame, and still it was bringing a little too much attention to my svelte yet very buxom figure.

"Well we can't keep me cooped up in the Dennis compound forever," I said. "I want to see the world of goddesses! My world..."

"Right. You want to meet others, since you've been around humans for all your life. It's still the same old story with you, like it was back on Earth," Angela said as she slipped my arms into a tiny purple and gold jacket. It was too small to zip up in the front, as seemed to be the fashion on Eva. "Well, Marla will probably want to celebrate somehow. I foresee a lavish dinner at Evita's fanciest dining establishment tonight..."

***

Angela had been correct, and once Eva's alien sun had set we rode in that strange hovering vehicle to the bustling glamourous core of the city. The early evening air glowed pinkishly violet, a peculiar quirk of the atmosphere.

"Look! It's them... there she is!"

Human and what I can only assume were goddesses alike were stopping to watch us get out of the car.

"Oh my god, look!"

"Shit," I whispered.

"Come on, let's get inside," Marla said. A young male attendant pulled open the doors to the restaurant and grandly beckoned. We dashed inside, escaping the fascinated gaze of strangers.

It was a classy place with red carpets, chandeliers, the works. As soon as we strode out of the reception area into the dining room there was a rush of applause – everyone was standing at their seats, giving us the same amazed adulation we'd found outside.

Marla turned to me, smiling her unguarded glee. She had to speak up over the sustained roar of their clapping. "How about that darling? Word travels fast!"

"Heh, yeah... I guess it does," I simpered, giving a weak wave of my hand to the waiters and patrons, humans and goddesses.

A host approached. "Miss Dennis, girls, it is always a pleasure to have you." He glanced at me, and for a moment he lost his cool. "Ah... Please, right this way..."

We were seated in what I'd gathered to be a private room permanently reserved for Marla and her family and friends. I hadn't asked what sort of role the Dennis clan played on the new planet, but it was becoming more and more apparent that we were very important. We were therefore entitled to certain privileges, which I was very much appreciating as we prepared to dine away from the prying eyes of the main dining hall.

A few minutes into our seating a waiter brought a couple colourful amuse-bouches. The flavour of the little morsels was strange and hard to describe... not at all bad per se, but I could definitely tell I was eating something grown in alien soil. As he was about to leave our room a pair of young women sauntered in, dressed in elegant evening gowns that trailed to their ankles. With just one glance I could tell they were goddesses.

"Hey guys," one of them said. She and her companion certainly held no qualms against inviting themselves into the Dennis family's private dining room.

"Oh hey. Eva, these are our friends Shelley and Donna," Angela said. "We've known them for a very long time."

"We're practically family," Shelley added. She was a strikingly beautiful goddess of caucasian heritage, as evidenced by her deep green eyes, voluminously wavy sandy blonde hair and pale perfect skin. Her lips were painted a shade of hot red which vied to compete with the temperature of her alluring figure, which was plainly displayed from the statuesque curve of her neck, as revealed by her high hairstyle, to the slender feminine thrust of her hips in that dress. "Though I don't think I've met you, and you actually are a member of the family..."

"So, you really are the mythical Eva, who disappeared two centuries ago," said the other. It was more of a comment than a question. Donna was a little shorter than Shelley but just as ravishingly beautiful, a perfectly harmonious blend of European and Asian ancestries. It was as if only the finest traits of each had been melded together into one exotic vision of perfection. To look upon her sensual elegance was hypnotic and delightful in a way only the seed of goddesses could make possible.

"Yes, that's me," I said hoarsely, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I sheepishly took a sip of my water as I watched her eyes begin to light with amazement. Seeing how she'd been affected, I too felt some bubbling tumult of hopeful euphoria in my gut.

It was my first time in the presence of true female goddesses, human women who had been converted to our species. I'd have never expected myself to be so affected by them, but at that moment I couldn't take my eyes off of either of them.

"Donna and Shelley came here from Earth with us, a long time ago. They are, and I apologize if the term doesn't flatter you darlings... seniors of our society," Marla explained.

Shelley nodded and flashed me a disarming smile, while Donna took a seat beside one of my sisters.

"They are part of the arts committee," Marla continued. "Shelley does music, while Donna is in charge of the visual arts."

"Oh, I see," I said. "Well I'm honoured to be in the presence of Eva's high society."

"Your high society?" Donna said with a smirk.

"Uh, well, I meant..."

"I don't recall it being fashionable on Earth to refer to yourself in third person," Shelley said, her eyes glinting with humour.

There was a round of giggles at the dinner table. I blushed. The two classy females had a penchant for teasing...

Chapter 5

"Mmm... I made you into such a powerful goddess," Jessica purred. As she whispered into Genera's ear she was leaning against her hip, slowly stroking an open hand along her arousal. She licked her lips, her eyes transfixed upon it. "But I never get enough time to play with you. You're always so busy... you just come and go, leaving me wanting.

"It's almost too big, you know. Ever since I changed you, you leave me sore." She paused, still slowly, thoughtfully stroking. "...Yet I love it. The pain would be worth it if you would just stay long enough for me to have my fun..."

For hours Genera had been tied to that pole, stripped nude and defenceless against Jessica's teasing. For hours she'd been kept painfully hard, her cock aching to release the tension as it jutted out, throbbing at its full immense length. She was covered in sweat. Precum was pooled around her feet, and as it continued to still slowly dribble out Jessica massaged the slippery fluid onto her tense shaft. "Please Jessica... release me. It hurts..."

"Not yet," Jessica whispered with a devilish smile. "Not unless you don't want me to speak with Marla. If I help you, you'll first have to comply," she kissed Genera's lips, "with my wishes..."

"Y-yes," she stammered.

Jessica stepped in front of her, positioning herself at a sufficient distance to stand before the swollen tip of Genera's aching length. She smoothed her hands along the surfaces of her tremendous breasts, repeatedly hoisting them off of her lean torso and letting their roundness slide against her grip before they came back down, bouncing with gravity defying vitality. Genera groaned, her cock shuddering as the pain of her intense want increased.

Jessica turned, still sloshing her immense beauties around, the sides of them visible from behind as her slender arms crushed them to her chest. She swayed her hips seductively, assuming a sensual dance of gyrating hips as she slowly stepped backwards into Genera. With a tilt of her wasp-like waist she pushed that slippery rod up, and as she continued to back up it slid against the crack of her behind, being swept further and further skyward.

She let her blessed burdens fall back onto her chest, reaching behind to hold herself tight against Genera, who shifted herself lower to keep the bottom side of her turgid shaft against Jessica's crack. The motions of her hips had her cheeks grasping and stroking her heated excitement. Genera couldn't help but rock her own back, desperate to make those same movements on her own terms, with her hands free. "Oooh babe," Jessica purred. "You need me right now, don't you?"

"Oh god yes," Genera breathed. Like a pot boiling over, the friction of their contact had her precum bubbling out onto Jessica' back.

"You know you're just making it worse by pushing back..."

"I... I know."

Jessica chuckled softly as she turned to face her. She stepped in close, wrapping her arms around Genera's neck to kiss her deeply, immediately plunging her tongue into her mouth. That extremely engorged tool lay throbbing between their trim bodies, spanning the distance from crotch to chest, raring for action. With an impassioned moan Genera returned the kiss, her breaths short and fevered.

Slowly backing out of that kiss, Jessica giggled at the agonized look on Genera's face. Glancing down at her want, she continued to flaunt her amusement as with a parting wink she sashayed over to the kitchen table, making a hot display of herself as she went. Genera winced as her sudden departure had the weight of her heavy rod come falling back into its home position, stiffly perpendicular to her tanned body.

Jessica took a stool and set it in front of Genera. Getting to her knees behind it, she could comfortably rest her elbows on it as she slowly leaned herself forward, her pouty lips just a fraction of an inch away from the object of her desire. Genera dared not push herself closer, wishing to delay the torment Jessica promised to provide. Jessica's lips parted, and the tip of her tongue came out to meet her heat.

She took just a little bit in her mouth, teasing the very tip of that fifteen and a half inch member with little flicks of her tongue. It was so hard it felt like it could explode. Genera sighed, her legs crossing at the sensation. "Hmmm... Jessica, please..."

The strawberry blonde goddess leaned closer, pushing her deeper into her mouth. She wouldn't use her hands, choosing to prolong the agony by only attending to that sensitive head. Hot velvety precum was running against her tongue. She gulped it down, savouring the taste.

Finally after many tense moments she reached up with a single hand and began to slowly stroke. It was enough to milk a powerful throb from Genera, who wailed out in frustration as a burst of precum rocketed out of her. Jessica let her go, backing up as she covered her mouth with a little giggle. Her cheeks were puffed out to hold the volume of that outburst.

Always ladylike, she swallowed it slowly as she continued to gently slide her hand along that immense, obscene column of flesh. She licked her lips, in a lustful trance for the Aerotian goddess' studly tool.

After many more agonizing moments of stroking, of licking and kissing, she got to her feet, only to kneel on top of that chair. In doing so she was at just the right height to lay Genera's cock against her chest. Her playmate wimpered, squirming for an escape at the maddening sight of how she intended to tease her next. One of Jessica's arms was just enough to hug those high enormous burdens tight around Genera's girth. She dipped her head down and once again took the fat tip in her mouth while her spare hand stroked the base inches in front of her stomach.

"Oh god Jessica... unnngh!" Like a preemptive miniature orgasm, a chain of mighty tremors had two copious gobs of precum launching into her mouth, and if one spurt was enough to fill it two was enough to have the excess overflowing onto her spellbinding bosom. Jessica sighed a high tone of outright lust, unable to help herself from stroking faster and lavishing more love onto that spurting head.

Once the slippery fluid had trickled into her cleavage she moved her hands to the sides of her breasts, commencing the inevitable tit-fucking. Genera groaned and writhed, going mad at the aching pleasure.

When Jessica finally stopped Genera was nearly in tears, and her loins were stricken from the accumulating hours without satisfaction. The sun was beginning to rise, soft rays of orange light falling upon the floor through the window.

"I'm ready now," Jessica said.

"Oh god, oh god... please release me, please!"

With a gentle giggle Jessica got up and slowly stalked off to her bed. From there she was visible only as a silhouette behind the enclosing veil: a slender long haired woman on all fours, her awe inspiring breasts filling the space between her upper arms. In the warm morning glow it was a surreal scene. "Release you? Don't be silly. Come and get me..."