This is the sequel to 'Goddesses', and it is recommended, though not essential, that that story be read first. It is also recommended that the entire 'Secret Lives' series be read before that.
With that out of the way please enjoy the story.
Chapter 1
Eva raised her arms over her head and clapped. "Okay everyone, sun's down. There's literally nothing left to do here; you should go home."
There was a quiet murmur from her workers. The most dedicated ones, a dozen or so, had remained after hours at the little orchard, either finding things to do or just standing around to chat and admire their work. They began to file down the rows of bushes towards the exit, pulling their gloves off their arms as they went.
She walked outside of and against the various rows of their alien plant and continued to call out to any more distantly placed workers. "Thank you, Danny. Good work today, Alice." By the light of the rising moons she saw the smiles of pride on their faces. She felt the same.
It was going to be an amazing harvest; probably their best ever. The moonberries looked more like moon-melons, so extraordinarily plump and ripe were they. A month and a half earlier the moons had both been full, and so it would have been a slightly early harvest of average quality, but Eva had taken a gamble and decided they'd wait for the next pair of full moons. An unseasonably warm autumn had been their blessing, for in the time between then and that special night the alien fruit had grown to a size and ripeness like none they'd ever seen before. They were literally bursting with fragrant potent juice, in fact more than once workers had to be rushed to the showers when a burst fruit had covered them in toxic pulp.
With the two full moons finally climbing overhead it was their last night to hang from vine, and at the crack of dawn what had been the most beautiful bounty Eva and her workers had ever seen would be picked from the marshy orchard and sent for processing.
She watched the distant glow of the last of her workers lifting away from the orchard in a vehicle, to hurtle back to the mainland – a place where purple alien plants could no longer grow. With a calm sigh she turned back to her plants and took a deep breath, feeling pride for what she'd created, then headed toward her own vehicle.
Instead of the clamshell door over her driver's seat she opened the trunk and pulled out a bottle, a vintage from a couple years before. As she looked down upon it she mentally accessed her Network Chip, making sure no one else was still present on her land.
She was alone. She uncorked it and took a swig. It wasn't bad at all, though as soon as her current harvest was ready the standards of excellence in moonberry wine would surely be rewritten. She tasted the sweet bitterness and felt the tingle of her first sip, and a beginning spark of electricity began in her nerves. She wasn't about to go home. Now completely alone, she wanted to enjoy one last stroll through her orchard before the harvest. Aided by the bottle in her hand, a night of moon-madness was about to begin.
She released a little giggle of building joy as she broke into a run toward the rising silvery satellites, which were climbing higher over the darkened rows of moonberry, her arm with bottle in hand primly pushing the wild bounces of her own twin spheres against her chest. The vineyard was becoming bathed in soft cool light. She slowed to a walk once within the enclosing shoulder-high walls of the rows of vines and tilted the bottle up, taking a deep sip.
The nocturnal light shone off the fruit, and to her eye it seemed to sparkle. The visual distortions were beginning to take hold, and with them came excitement and euphoria. The geometry of the long, straight row of vines attracted her eye, and it seemed to be growing longer, as if she would need her vehicle to fly her to the other side.
"All this is mine. I created this. My hard work, my stumbles and sacrifices."
It wasn't just the vineyard that was hers. Most would say that the world itself was also her domain, for it was accepted among the three nations of the planet that she, Eva Dennis, was the one who had put the pieces in motion for goddess and human alike to find new lives away from Earth. For that, the planet had been named after her.
All that hadn't come easy; there had been political tension and eventually upheavals between the two goddess nations – Eva Australis in the south and Lemuria to the north – before they had come to agree upon the official story and name of their world. She had played a role in resolving that, too, merely by showing up, for during a two hundred year absence spent asleep on top of a frozen mountain on Earth, then in stasis in a decompressed space barge, her name had become the stuff of legend. Awakening in a strange new world, she was living proof of all the legends, and with proof came unity.
Those accomplishments were rarely ever intentional. Ever since her early adulthood on Earth she'd found herself in a sequence of situations where her actions, however small, had set forces of great change in motion.
One thing that she had done, with full knowledge and control of what would result, was the creation of that vineyard. And that spectacular harvest.
With a woop of glee she tilted the bottle up again and drank deep, and the purple liquor splashed against her chin and trickled down her neck, into the cleave of her breast. Staining her clothes. "Huh!" She was alone, and feeling free. There was no need for clothing anyway. She put the bottle down and began to peel out of her stretchy leggings and white t-shirt. She breathed a sigh of relief as her soft shaft unbonded itself from her thigh to swing freely, and rubbed her aching breasts once they were released from the containment of her sports bra.
The marshy soil was wet beneath her bare feet. With the bottle in hand she hopped, she skipped, she ran and she spun, laughing to herself as her mind wrapped itself tighter within its glowing violet blanket of moonberry induced joy. When she'd reach the end of a row she would turn around a bush, preferring to run once more down the next row than to walk into the marshy puddles and wild growth of Eva's wilderness. She was quite a sight – a tall, slender goddess of exceptional beauty and blessing, her naked and incredibly well endowed body glowing pale in the light of the moons as she stumbled about in a giggling state of rapture.
Her pace slowed, and with a soft chuckle she ran a hand through her shoulder length black and violet streaked hair to look down at her growing arousal, which had become heavy and was pendulously tapping against her legs, just above her knees. "That didn't take long." Moonberry wasn't just a euphoriant, nor just a hallucinogen. To goddesses it was also a powerful aphrodisiac, and for that reason it was customary to drink it with a partner.
Eva, somewhat of a loner, was occasionally content to drink alone. It was one of those times, though in her mind she didn't feel like she was the only one there. She had her harvest, and the planet itself, as her partner that night.
It was getting harder. To ease the slight pain of it pivoting stiffly against her groin she had to slow her pace, and her giggles grew lower and more languorous as it began to rise and sway with each hip rocking, breast jostling step. Soon it was fully up, throbbing and ceasing to swing at an incredible sixteen inches. In that state it couldn't possibly be ignored, and with just the slightest feeling of shame she placed a slender hand on it and began to slowly slide it to and away from herself, taking her time with it as she continued to walk. She headed towards the end of the row, for if she were to play with herself she would at least do so away from the plants.
"Ow!" As she'd reached the end of the row she stepped on something sharp, a gardening tool of some sort. She brought her foot up and grabbed her ankle, tilting the sole toward herself, and saw her blood, almost blackish in the moonlight, dripping from the small wound. A dark ruby jewel fell from her pierced skin to land in the soil beneath her. "Fuck..."
When she set that foot back down she had to hobble on her tippy toes. She paid no mind, preferring still to focus on the growing pleasure of her hand making the long repeat journey up and down her tense shaft. Her balance failed her and she fell to the ground, just beyond the edge of her vineyard. She laughed, and was content to lie there on her side as her strokes quickened. She set her bottle of moonberry aside so her other hand could join the first, pointing her cock upwards parallel with her chest. "Mmm..."
Her hips started to move with her motions, as if she were slowly making love to her hands. Translucent pre had begun to drip from the tip, drizzling sideways onto the earth beneath her. In her moonberry enhanced state it seemed to glow violet. She didn't have to bend very far forward to lick some of the hot fluid away from the tight, throbbing head. As her own flavour coated her tongue she reached for her bottle and washed it down with a deep sip, then set that down again and began to massage the ever flowing fluid into her turgid flesh.
