A VISIT FROM THE SEX GODDESS
5 - Final Fantasy
A magical sex goddess has appeared to a man in his home. She can take the form of anyone he desires and place them in any setting desired. She has enabled him to keep his penis hard and to have unlimited orgasms. She services him to feed empathically on his sexual pleasure.
He has just finished a prolonged session with her in the form of
Playboy
model Julri Waters, including a turn with her as a
futanari
woman.
"What do you want to do now?" Julri asked him.
"You're the one who can read my desires. You tell me."
"It's not that simple," she said. "You have many different fantasies. Several of them stand out as something that you very much crave, but which one you want
next
, I don't really know unless you choose it, whether consciously or not."
"I wasn't fantasizing about you having a penis when you put one on. You can obviously make decisions without me. Let's see you do it again. Pick a woman and surprise me."
She smiled and transformed in an eyeblink. She was Tifa Lockhart again - but not the almost-CGI-looking figure she had shown him before when demonstrating her shapeshifting ability. Instead it was busty gravure model Matsugane Yoko, wearing Tifa's clothes. Ever since shortly after discovering Yoko, he had longed to see her in Tifa cosplay. Here she was now, as perfect a Tifa as one could ever get in the real world.
At the same time, he noticed that their surroundings had changed again. They were outdoors in a grassy area near a small pond, and it was evening, a bit cooler than it had been in the big bedroom. A campfire burned close by. It was like the setting of one of his favorite porn videos, an animated scene in which Tifa in her signature outfit stroked off, sucked off, titty fucked, and sucked off again the huge pixelated cock of the POV wood man (probably Cloud, the main character of
Final Fantasy VII
.)
He grinned wide at her. "See? You're doing great! This is awesome!"
Yoko/Tifa smiled demurely. "I'm happy that you are pleased." She spoke in Japanese, a language he had once made a half-hearted effort to learn and knew only a smattering of, yet he understood her perfectly. It was as if invisible subtitles were being sent directly to his mind.
Now she was pulling up close, leaning in to kiss him. As he returned the kiss, he put one arm around her back while his other hand reached up to grasp a breast over her shirt. Yoko's tits were naturally large and soft; boob flesh overfilled his hand as he rolled it gently, then squeezed and massaged it with more urgency. He slipped the hand under her shirt to cup the bare flesh in his palm.