The following is, by a certain definition, a futanari/dickgirl story. It does NOT at any point feature sex with minors (individuals below the age of 18)
Chapter 8
The sun glinting off that reddish blonde hair was hard to miss, and soon Jessica had been spotted as she waded through the warm water toward the beach. She had her dress and shoes bunched up in her hands, unsure if the salty brine would damage them.
"Ho, traveller!
Buongiorno
!"
She looked across the water to see a figure clad in a loose brown hooded robe, waving spiritedly as it approached. She waved back, beginning to head in their direction. Gradually she left the water, letting her dress fall back around her pale legs. She dropped her shoes to the ground and brushed the sand off the bottoms of her feet.
"Greetings traveller," the woman repeated as she arrived to stand near her. Though her youthful days were behind her and her mode of dress was unflattering, Jessica could see that she was not an unattractive woman. Beneath the hood she saw thick black locks, and her skin was a deep tan.
"Hello," Jessica said.
The woman nodded as she took in her foreign accent. "You have come from far, I can tell. ...We do not often have visitors. What brings you here?" She spoke with a slow hesitation, but she seemed thoughtful and courteous.
"I have come to see these islands and their people, whom I've heard much about," Jessica replied.
The woman's eyes lit up. "Have you come to venerate the young goddess, Genera?" Her excitement was brief, for realizing she had already said too much she suddenly shot her gaze downwards, showing regret for her hasty words. Her kind would not approve of her telling a stranger of something so preciously guarded.
"I... had not heard of such a goddess. But if there is one here I would like to meet her," Jessica said. How odd... Marla had never mentioned that there were other immortals to be found there. But then, how long had it been since she had last visited?
"Ah, well it is not my place to grant newcomers her presence. Forgive me, I spoke out of turn."
Jessica nodded, squinting up the path the woman had come from and into the distance. She could make out what must have been a village, seeing wooden huts and people moving about. "May I ask whose place it is, then?"
"That would be the headpriestess."
"Ah. My name is Jessica... and you are?"
The woman bowed slightly, "my name is Dorcia, young miss."
"Well, I'm pleased to meet you Dorcia, and I hope the headpriestess is as kind as you've been."
Dorcia beamed gladly. "Come," she said, beckoning as she headed back into the village. "I can take you to her."
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The unfamiliar sights of the Aerotian village were a lot to take in, and as they unhurriedly strolled down the sandy street Jessica felt her neck would grow sore if she kept looking around. Marla had definitely not lied about the people that inhabited those islands, for there were beautiful humans of all ages going through their daily business as they went. The men were trim, strong, tall and chiseled like various Adonises, and the sight of them shirtlessly hefting sacks of grain was a sight for her to behold. It had been a long time since ever she felt her eyes attracted to the bodies of men, but she couldn't help but admire the physical impressiveness of those fine specimens. The women were likewise very pleasing, though they dressed more modestly in loose garments. Nevertheless the curves of their lovely figures could be seen beneath on both mother and daughter, and a pretty face was not at all uncommon.
"Your people are the most beautiful I've ever seen," Jessica quietly remarked.
"Ah, well I think the feeling may be mutual," Dorcia said with a chuckle. Men were stopping in their tracks to watch them pass, not giving the slightest effort to hide their interest in Jessica. Her pale skin and soft, coppery hair were hard to miss, while her unbelievably lush, bouncy figure were even harder to ignore. She was used to that sort of attention, though she was also used to having Marla's protective presence nearby under such circumstances.
By the activities surrounding her Jessica could see that the islanders relied on a trade system instead of currency. People stood behind shaded stands with their goods on display, soliciting the offers of others. It was a throwback to a bygone time, which she found quite charming.
They came upon a broader street made of ancient looking sandstone tiles, evidently a main artery for the village as a great number of people walked along it, some pulling carts or riding horses. "This is one of our oldest streets," Dorcia explained. "The servants of the original goddesses paved it. It leads to the temple..."
In the distance Jessica could see the temple approaching, a broad pyramid surrounded by columns and a stone wall. As they got closer she was fascinated to see statues standing every ten meters or so at either sides of the street. Though they were each depictions of different women their bodies all followed the same scheme: feminine perfection, contrasted to prodigiously sized low hanging members. They were worn smooth, evidently very old. "These are your goddesses," Jessica commented.
Dorcia turned to look at her, pausing thoughtfully before giving an answer. "...Yes, these are each they."
Jessica's attention was caught by one statue, which she couldn't help but think bore more than just a passing resemblance to her Marla. It was very old stone though, likely distorted by the passing seasons. Could it have been her, when she had come to those islands hundreds of years ago?
"Over here you can see we have finally begun to carve a new figure," Dorcia said as she pointed across the street to a gleamingly fresh piece of stone. A pair of artisans were busily chipping away at it despite the mid-afternoon heat. It was in its earliest stages but already the proportions of a human figure were roughly there. "That will be the statue of our newest goddess."
"A goddess whom I will be meeting?"
"We will have to see," Dorcia said.
They were approaching the wall outside the temple, and fortuitously enough a collection of women garbed identically to Dorcia were gathered there. With them was an elderly woman who wore the same sort of brown cloak, though hers bore golden decorations and maroon details. From the way Jessica's guide straightened up in her presence, it was apparent that this was the headpriestess.
The priestesses turned to them. "Dorcia, good afternoon," said the eldest.
"Greetings, headpriestess. I have with me a visitor..."
"I can see that," the headpriestess said. "She surely is not from any of these islands. And what is your name, young visitor?"
"My name is Jessica, headpriestess."
"A western name and accent. So... what brings you to these temple gates?"
