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 13
It was a humble abode, merely a large room with her belongings and living essentials thoughtfully arranged throughout. At her request the priestesses had decorated the place in much the same manner they had Genera's room, with fine exotic fabrics draping over most surfaces and filtering the sunlight from her windows.
While most Aerotians chose to nap through the midday heat, Jessica's new home offered finer ways to pass those sweltering hours. The cool, clear water of her pond, only a few steps from her doorway, was the perfect relief from the rising temperature.
She rose from her bed and walked barefoot across a lovely rug to the exit. As she reached the doorway she flicked the straps of her gown off of her shoulders, and the light garment fluttered to the floor.
She slowly lowered herself into the water, enjoying the relief of the cool liquid as it caressed her body, cleansing away the morning's sweat. As she kicked off of a rocky outcrop and glided gracefully the sun gleamed off of her creamy skin. She held no qualms toward bathing nude, for her home was a secluded secret place deep in the woods.
With the permission and assistance of the priestesses she had scouted out her new property, choosing it specifically for that perfect pool of water. It reminded her of a place from her dreams, a place which may or may not have once existed... It was the place where her past lover, Marla Dennis, had first embraced her. It was also the place where together they had completed her transformation, ending her journey from young woman to goddess.
Though those experiences had taken place in some sort of hyper-realistic dream state, what she now had was a reality. It was only because the priestesses were convinced she was bearing Genera's child that she had been granted that perfect solitude. She would have otherwise been confined to the temple with her, pampered and pleasured until a pregnancy had been ensured. The pleasure she wouldn't have minded as much as the pampering... she needed space, and her deception had granted her precisely that.
She rested her back against the rocky wall of her pond, gazing peacefully at the cozy home they had built her. She, the one true goddess of Aerotia, relished the quiet solitude.
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Drea had that look in her eye. When she was ready for worship, she always had a certain look. Months ago it was one of eagerness, of excitement to receive the blessings of Aerotia's goddess. She would attend Genera with an intensity that belied her dedication, evidencing her belief that consuming the divine seed would bring the gradual transformation.
After almost half a year she still looked and felt no different, and still the only pleasure she could offer Genera was oral. The thrill was gone, and now worship was more of an act of duty to her.
That look, Genera had noticed, had changed. She was simply doing her job, to eventually be able to bear her children.
It was a sad reminder to Genera of her secret: she was no goddess. She was simply, somehow, blessed with the improbable physique of one. Despite that, the situation was so sweet that Drea's draining enthusiasm couldn't bring her down. What was not to like, when she had a luscious young companion whose job was to give her pleasure five days a week?
And what really made keeping the secret so worthwhile was the things she would do when Drea was away. At night Genera would leave the temple, in search of a secret place in the woods, where a firey haired woman awaited her. She, that ageless paragon of beauty and fertility, was the true goddess of Aerotia, and Genera was her sole worshipper.
In response to that look Genera made her way over to her favourite chair. Her clothing, simply a series of fine golden chains around her neck and hips from which purple cloth draped over her lower body and chest, swayed loosely against her. Once seated she parted her legs slightly, and her barely hidden shaft audibly patted down onto the cushioned surface beneath the front flap of her gown.
Drea walked towards her, swaying her curvy hips beneath the tiny transparent outfit that worshippers wore, intentionally letting her lush chest bounce with each step. As their gazes locked Genera tried not to consider how detached her companion's expression had become.
Wasting not a moment, Drea got to her knees and tossed the front flap of Genera's gown aside. With hands now quite experienced she took that flaccid length, gently teasing up and down as she leaned forward to run her tongue along the tip. Genera sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back against the chair as she waited for that tickling touch to become the pleasure of her arousal.
After a few moments Drea began to feel Genera swell in her hands. Relieved, she doubled her efforts. Genera moaned softly, sensually arching her back as the blood rushed to her cock. Slowly Drea shifted herself back and changed her posture to a higher pose, gaining the distance necessary to keep the end of that growing length in her mouth. With every bit gained her eagerness increased, for one thing that never grew old for her was how impressed she was when Genera was fully hardened.
Genera's eyes opened to the familiar sight of Drea running her open hand up and down her fourteen inches, the tip tucked between two lips which smiled, pleased to see her mistress aroused by her efforts. She returned that smile. After some moments she reached down to give a couple strokes of her own. Seeing this, Drea let go and pulled off her veil-like outfit.
In their familiarity there was little need to speak during worship; actions and calm playful looks sufficed. Drea pushed her chest up toward Genera, who began to drizzle oil from a silver decanter onto her very plentiful young chest. Drea began to massage the smooth fluid into her bosom, her hands smoothly tracing over every curve. Gazing down at that sight, Genera found her cock throbbing hard, eager to be tucked into that soft, slippery canyon. She wondered how much more gorgeous such a body could become if the seed of true goddesses were actually offered.
On her knees, Drea came forward and closed her breasts around Genera's shaft. As she lifted and lowered around her hardness she looked up at her mistress and ran her tongue along her full lips, teasing. Genera moaned softly, becoming ever more turgid. Blissfully she leaned back, awaiting the inevitable sensation of lips again closing around her thick pink head.
"Mmmmh, yes Drea," she groaned. The girl had become an expert at sucking her huge cock. As tonsils tickled tip she could feel just the slightest hint of what was to come, faint whispers of yet another thick load for her to swallow. She laid back, occasionally writhing or deeply exhaling at the sensations of that skilled attention.
Seeking to finish her, Drea crept closer, swinging Genera's shaft in a broad arc to point towards its owner's face. Hovering over her, gravity did some of the work for her by draping her breasts around her seething pole. She slipped a hand into that fleshy nook and firmly stroked up and down, all the while still urging Genera on with deep sucks and strokes of her tongue.
Genera easily passed grateful kisses along Drea's cheeks as she did this, for the dimensions involved put the two young ladies' faces almost level with each other. Drea just steadily pushed on, for the subtle hint of Genera's quickening pulse was urging her towards the inevitable finish.
